End Poem Novels & Stories

Tears roll down her cheeks. “Why are you crying?” “I was thinking about bald eagles.” “Bald eagles?” I raise an eyebrow. “Bald eagles make you cry?” “They used to be endangered. But they’re not anymore. They’re so majestic and beautiful and I’m just so happy they’re not endangered anymore.” I don’t mean to laugh, but dammit, she’s so fucking adorable. “Remember how you said it wasn’t fair that I didn’t get to experience drunk-Quinn?”

That was more than enough. The End

He put his hand on my belly, and his eyes turned red when he said this was the fruit of our love. I couldn't ignore the familiar scar. The next photo was taken at the sunny beach. A man was carrying a little boy on his shoulders. Only half his face was shown, but there was a faint, indulgent smile on his lips. The caption said, 'Our first trip. With him by my side, I'm not afraid of anything.' The familiar jawline. The familiar curl of lips. I had kissed them countless times. I remembered every tiny detail. I didn't care about my aching heart. I kept scrolling down to read the other posts.

She was finally home. The End

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Please💝. THE END.

Wonders shall never end. THE END

"Good." The End

Where love began, and where it will always return The End