End Poem Mga Nobela at Kwento

he murmured, "wait for me. Once I’ve taken care of everything, I’ll come back and make it up to you." But I would not wait. ... By the time Lucas resolved the company’s affairs and came looking for me, I was already gone. I had quit my teaching job, left the city, and erased all traces of myself from his world. All I left behind was a single message: [The dead do not return.] Lucas understood. He sat before the abandoned house where we had once lived, crying in despair. Later, I learned he liquidated his empire, declared bankruptcy, and emptied his accounts into mine.

Of a world that learned to listen to the silence. And found it was full of song. THE END

“This life or the next, no matter how much time passes, I will never forgive you. You think a few years of punishment can erase everything you did? You claimed you could not live without Eric. I hope the two of you stay bound together forever and never ruin anyone else’s life again. The only reason I never took revenge myself is because I have responsibilities. I refuse to become someone like you and disgrace this uniform. You still think you deserve forgiveness?” Suzanna’s face turned pale, and the light in her eyes faded like a candle in the wind. I rolled up the car window. “Drive.” The car pulled away. After finishing my official report in the capital, I applied to return to the border o

This is the end of us both. ******

With the little sounds I could hear, there was a battle of bullet exchange not too far from us. I couldn’t stand for long on my two feet and Hunter noticed as he gripped me against his chest and began yelling. “ HELP! SHIT… HELP!!!” Slowly I was losing consciousness as I fought to stay awake. Before everything became black the last thing I heard was. “ Iris please don’t leave me” Or …. I’m not so sure. So I guess that’s how it ends?

~ The End ~ * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"You never cherished her when she was alive. And now, you only start to regret it once she's gone? Is your love that cheap?" Zach said nothing as he looked down. He finally found his chance, slipped past Wade, and rushed to the urn. He saw the name "Annie Carter" clearly engraved on it. His face turned ghostly pale in an instant. Zach reached out with shaking hands, blood from his forehead dripping onto the urn. He wiped the blood away with his sleeve, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get rid of the stain. He bent over, hugging the urn tightly, his voice hoarse. "How can such a small urn hold all of you? Come home with me, okay?"

He stepped forward, then wrapped his arms around me from behind and rested his chin on my head. He continued, "Give me one more chance, won't you? I want to marry you with everything I am and everything I have." I leaned back into the warmth of his embrace, listening to his steady heartbeat and feeling the salty sea breeze that drifted through the window. The pain of the past was like a deep scar in my soul. It would never disappear, but it could be soothed by tenderness. My life had descended into hell because of Damien, and now, it seemed, it would find its redemption through him, too.

She knew it, and her reasons to even survive until now vanish like a dust after the explossion. The electricified motion of winds and the bleamed of lights together fill the entire Park and the near places surrounded with visible spark. The world will continued to flow violently even when one gives up and gone for good. However, the spark goes and goes, reach the slumbering one who shuddered and felt the pulse of energy reviving her from the deepest of her sleep.