Ends Of Being Book Novels & Stories

A broken scream tore from my throat. “Mom!” The flesh on my hands was shredded. Even that pain was nothing compared to the pain in my heart. Memories of all the sweet moments I once shared with Suzanna flashed through my mind. Regret and hatred twisted inside me until I coughed up blood and collapsed. As my consciousness faded, I whispered, “Suzanna, from this moment on, we mean nothing to each other anymore.”

She was theirs, and they were hers. The End

“I see heat that fades. I see comfort that ends. I see beings clinging to temporary warmth while inevitable cold waits. While natural temperature returns. While nothing reclaims everything. This proves cold is the truth. This proves warmth is an illusion. This proves nothing is a destination.” “I see everything ending,” End said. “I see every action leading to cessation. Every effort resulting in stopping. Every being is moving toward not being. I am inevitable. I am certain. I am what everything becomes. And that inevitability proves nothing is superior. Proves existence is delayed. Proves erasure is simply accepting what will happen anyway.” They were not changing. Were not convincing. Wer

Beautiful things don’t end. They level up. **To be continued…** (The epic begins.)

I finished it up. "It had all always been connected. Everything from the beginning was always tied to the end." She stood up as if remembering something. "What's wrong?" I asked her. She took out the page of the book that she had stolen. "EVERYTHING FROM THE BEGINNING WAS ALWAYS TIED TO THE END AND THE END WAS ALWAYS MADE FROM THE BEGINNING. THERE IS NO BEGINNING WHOSE END CANNOT BE SEEN AND THERE'S NO END WHOSE BEGINNING WASN'T ALWAYS TIED TO IT." She read out loud, her face turning pale.

"I'm impressed." "I want all of you, forever, you and me, everyday." He said, his voice blending with the cold quiet night. "The Notebook." I smiled and nodded. "God, I love that book." "As do I." He smiled back at me. "Okay, um," I pondered. "True love stories never have endings." He thought for a while, "I don't think I know that one." "Richard Bach." I informed him. "Smart guy." He smirked. "Couldn't agree more with him."

Whoever I am or am not when it's over. I'm dying. And I'm scared. And I'm ready. And I'm not. All at once. All contradictions. All Aurora. Until I'm not. Until I die. Until I end or erase. Until the Absolute wins or loses. Until everything finishes. Soon. Very soon. The end comes. And I face it. Uncertain. Afraid. Aurora. For now. For however long now lasts. For the final days. Before everything changes. Forever. AUTHOR'S NOTE:

And I had been foolish enough to feel guilty, desperate to cure his legs as if I owed him everything. The tears I shed now washed away the last fragments of attachment I had for him. This false marriage, carried on for five years, needed to end here. As I closed my eyes and finally let go, a cold mechanical voice rang through my mind. "Host, the system has detected a second mission failure. Do you wish to terminate it?"

This time, I would be happier. A week later, I walked into the event hall with Anthony. The moment I stepped inside, however, I saw Cyrus. My feet were instantly frozen to the ground, unable to move. Anthony held my arm and pulled me forward, whispering into my ear, “If you don’t cast away the shadows of your past completely, they’ll just come back to haunt you later.” I turned and met his gaze. His eyes were firm and warm, giving me strength. I took a deep breath and squeezed his arm with a smile. “Do I look good like this? Can you tell I’ve started over with a fresh slate?”

Everything after this was ours. END OF CHAPTER 30 END OF BOOK ONE