End Of The Truman Show Mga Nobela at Kwento

At last, the haughty Dominic bowed his prideful head and said, "I'm sorry, Evelyn. Irene won't be disturbing you ever again." Then, he turned around and glared at her. "Still not leaving?" Despite being furious, Irene dared not protest as she followed him out. … After they left, Mr. Wentworth led Mrs. Wentworth and me back to his office. I saw a lunchbox on his desk, the food still warm.

I noticed the name on her screen, and I smiled. "Get to work. We're not in a hurry to arrange the wedding." Lauren left the office, but as a token of apology, she turned around. Solemnly, she promised, "I'll see you at the old home tomorrow." She did not. I was on the couch at the old home, scrolling through my phone. … T-minus, 12 hours. My news app showed me some local news. Felix showed himself at a new project, and Lauren was standing right behind him.

“This crib always open for you.” I nodded. “I know.” “And if your pops got a problem with it—” he shrugged, lips curling into a grin, “—that sound like a him problem.” I smiled then. A real one. Small, but real. “Thanks, Q.” He rolled his eyes. “Don’t get all soft on me now. Eat your food.” And I did. A little later, Quinton told me he was gonna drop the dude in his room off and be back soon. They grabbed their stuff and headed out, Quinton calling a quick, “Don’t touch my shit,” over his shoulder before the door shut behind them.

He looked like a man who had made his peace with the end. "Let's go finish the show." Elion took his hand. "Together." They walked out of the room, leaving the journal—the manual for a new life—waiting on the desk. They walked toward the finale. Toward the tower. Toward the end of the world as they knew it. And Elion prayed that when the dust settled, the stranger standing next to him would still know how to hold his hand.

Neither of them was in a hurry. THE END

When I stepped out of the elevator, I happened to see the news that Lauren Geller had won the championship. A few hours earlier, Sean Tanner’s private account had posted an update: [Accompanying my friend to the peak. Our love has reached a new height!] The attached picture was of a deliberately blurred gold medal and a pair of interlocked hands. I recognized at once that the smaller hand belonged to Lauren. I felt nothing because the finalized divorce agreement was already sitting in my bag.

Amen. THE END

I will have to find a way to get out of the warehouse along with John, leaving Adriano and his men inside. "Tomorrow I will make you suffer. This is the 'beginning of the end' for you Adriano." I inhaled. ~~ end of flashback. The downpour stopped, leaving me and John completely drenched in rain. I cannot believe that we are still alive. We both dragged ourselves as far as possible, from the warehouse, towards the main huge iron door, because walking was impossible with broken bones of the feet and then I took a deep breath and finally removed the necklace from around my neck.