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?”

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.

"They're waiting for you." "Everything's waiting," Elena said. She finished her pancake, set down the fork with deliberate precision. "That's the thing about trauma. It makes you think the world ends when the crisis does. But it doesn't. The garden keeps growing. The sun keeps rising. And you have to decide whether you're going to keep growing with it, or..." She gestured vaguely. "Fossilize."

Morgan copied the grown-ups and said with sarcasm, "She's finally figured it out and knows to buy what I like. It must be the limited-edition race car model I have wanted forever!" He ran and tore the present's wrappings open. However, there was no race car model. Instead, there was a massive photograph inside. It was the photo of Samuel, Rachel, and Morgan under the snowy peaks of Wintercrown, with a card sitting beside it with one line. "Congratulations on getting a new mom, Morgan."

CLARA "Another one," I mutter to myself, reaching for another cupcake, making the tiered stand wobble in protest. The one thing nobody tells you about important pack ceremonies is that they're incredibly boring before they even begin. Everyone dresses up, stands around with expensive drinks in their hands and pretends they aren't all just waiting for the fucking moon to turn red. I lean against the long buffet table beneath the open sky, peeling the paper from my third cupcake of the evening.

I built an empire on code. But this... this laughter in the twilight, this peace earned, not taken? This is my legacy. And it is only just beginning. THE END

You dared to steal her man! Heidi ended up black and blue. She sobbed and screamed, "Dad, Mom, it's not like that! You've got it all wrong!" "Wrong?" Eliana laughed bitterly. She pulled a letter from her pocket and read it aloud in front of everyone. "Mom, Noah and Heidi are together. He's only marrying me to repay the debt he owes me from years ago. But they're delusional if they think I'd ever accept a secondhand, filthy man.

Seraphina stood behind him and clenched her fists in anger. Aidan slowly turned around and walked toward somewhere. The video stopped there. However, I could already predict what he was going to do. Aidan would apologize to her, and then they would reconcile and continue their disgusting relationship. After I ended the video, I sent a text message to that colleague. I thanked her and wished her all the best in her future endeavors. After three days in this foreign country, I started familiarizing myself with my surroundings. Just when I was about to head out, I received a call from an unknown number.

I placed the papers on the table, neat and tidy. I was going to leave a message for her, but I did not go through with it. Instead, I said it in my mind, 'Hey honey, this is the last time I'm calling you that, I guess. I spent ten years in love with you. It's really hard doing that, I know, but I'm giving up anyway. Congratulations, to both you and me.' I grabbed my suitcase. The moment the countdown was over, I put my hand on the doorknob.

Perhaps this is… a kind of ending. Raelor closed his eyes. A tear slipped down his cheek, heavy with regret. After the ceremony, I was busy seeing off guests. When I finally sat down to rest, Lyndra approached with a complicated expression and handed me an exquisite wooden box. "Raelor asked me to give this to you. He said he wouldn’t appear openly. He wishes you happiness." She patted my shoulder and left. I remembered he had said he would attend, yet I had not seen him clearly in the crowd.