Even Though I Knew The End Novels & Stories

“You don’t have to.” That was all it took. The last bit of strength I had been holding onto slipped away. I nodded slowly, my eyes drifting one last time toward Lucas just once, just to see if anything had changed. But nothing had. He still stood there, silent, distant, and unreachable. And that was when I knew. This was the end of something not loud, not dramatic, just quiet and final. I turned away. And this time, I didn’t look back.

I could feel it in my bones — the storm that was about to break. And I knew, in that moment, that my life… was about to end.

Everything I had known, everything I had fought for, was slipping away. But somewhere deep inside, I knew this wasn’t the end. It couldn’t be. I was a guardian. And I would return. No matter the cost.

Because I knew This wasn’t the end. This wasn’t even close. This was just the beginning of something I wasn’t going to be able to stop.

“This isn’t the end. You know that, right?” And I did know. I knew it in my shaking knees, in my racing heart, in the fire still burning low in my stomach. This wasn’t the end. It was only the beginning.

Because deep down, I know this isn’t the end of my problems. It’s only the beginning. And I had no idea how this was goin to end.

Because deep down She knew. This wasn’t over. Not even close. And when it ended It wouldn’t leave any of them unchange.

He said: "Yes, I know. This one you are going to stay for. That is part of the work." He said: "I know." And he did know. He had known it since the February session, maybe earlier. The ending was not something to be avoided or outrun. The ending was the final room, and he was going to walk through it all the way to the back wall, and he was going to stand there and let it be what it was. Noah said: "What do you want the ending to hold?"

Because we all knew the truth. This wasn’t just a battle. This was the war to end all wars. And I had no idea if we could win.

NOAH °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Death. I always knew it would come for me. Sooner than later. That was never a fear, just a damned fact, the way some people know they’ll end up with their father’s hands or their mother’s temper.