Romans & histoires End Poem

But the next day, he was found dead in his living room. He had finally given up. He left behind a letter and ended his life with the same dangerous combination that nearly killed me—cephalexin and alcohol. When I returned home, the police gave me the envelope. Inside it was a brief note filled with apologies and well wishes. "I'm sorry, Grace. I was wrong. I hope you find happiness. Congratulations on your marriage. If there's a next life, I hope I'll be the one to chase after you." But if there was indeed a next life, I never wanted to meet him again.

Fierce. And finally— Ours. THE END

Forever his. THE END

She was theirs, and they were hers. The End

Forever. The End.

The very eyes I had once lost myself in were now cold and empty. “Elijah, do you remember what you promised me?”

Hugh had taken a bullet to the heart, and all his lies had finally caught up with him. It all seemed like it was meant to be. This was where it ended. No matter what came next, no matter who came for me, I was still Tasmin Sheargold. [The End.]

I thought it was an improvement. THE END

"But nothing worth having ever is." She finished writing, then looked up again. "Last question. What would you say to the fans tonight?" I glanced back toward the field. The stands were starting to thin, but clusters of people still lingered, black-and-white jerseys everywhere. "This is our house," I said. "And we're not done defending it. Everyone that comes here is going to bleed. Best believe." "That's... perfect."Emily said. She closed her notebook, smiling up at me. "Thank you, Sebastian."