Ending Again Novels & Stories

I closed my eyes back and mumbled “And I, you.” This is our forever new beginning…

Zane After months of recuperation, my body had finally regained its strength. I stood before the mirror in my chambers, flexing my fingers, feeling the blood pulse through my veins, a renewed sense of vigor coursing through me. It was time to put the next phase of my plan into motion. I pulled the heavy velvet drapes aside, letting the early morning sun flood the room, a stark contrast to the darkness that had clouded my mind during my illness. The light felt like a baptism, a signal that I was ready to reclaim my place. I called for my most trusted lieutenant.

"I hope that, with you being here and all, that you'll start to understand that." The man furrows a brow at the thought passing through him with another hum. "I hope so, too." The two had a lot of history that, seemingly, was coming to a head. They thought that their reunion in Las Vegas was the start of something great, something new - fresh start to their friendship, even - but by the end, it seemed as though they truly were through. It was no start at all, but instead, a second ending.

"Okay, tell me what happened again. Start from the beginning. " *****************************************************************************************************************

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“Wanna go again?” END OF BOOK TWO

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“Tess, you’re right. I never truly understood what you wanted. I’m sorry, and thank you.” He finally exited with dignity, and I, too, finally ended this endless tug-of-war, ready to restart my own life. A year later, I returned home. My first stop was to visit the orphanage and Ms. Grey. The orphanage was just as warm as I remembered. Laughter and playful shouts from the children echoed the yard. When she saw me, her smile was gentle and kind. “Tess, it’s good to have you back.” We sat on the wooden chairs in the courtyard and caught up.

I stare at my computer screen as the thin line blinks for me to start typing. My heart is beating a mile a minute and my head is on a rampage. I shut my eyes tight and take a deep breath to keep myself from going crazy. In and out. And then it starts, just as I remember it. The words slip through my fingers like a song I know all too well. One word after the other, never ending. It's been so long that the feeling is so alien. I missed this.