Every Last Word Novels & Stories

Few days to take everything from him again. The glass clinks softly as I set it down. “Enjoy your spotlight, Alpha,” I whisper. “It’s the last light you’ll ever see.”

I turn it over. *Maya, please. I'm begging you. Just talk to me. Five minutes. Let me explain.* And then, two minutes later, because he never quite stops: *I know I don't deserve anything right now. I know you have every reason not to pick up. But I need you to know I love you. That's not what you think it was. Please.* I read it twice. The please at the end is what undoes me — not a demand, not even a real sentence, just a single word sitting there by itself, exposed, like the last thing a person says when they've run out of every other kind of language.

The words landed in the middle of a silent room, and I stood there for a long moment absorbing them, waiting for him to take it back, waiting for some flicker of the boy from the park bench to resurface and undo what he'd just said, and when nothing came, when he just stood there, exhausted and resolute and unwilling to reach for me even as I felt myself breaking apart in front of everyone we knew, I understood that this time, whatever we'd started rebuilding really was over. "Okay," I said, and my voice came out steadier than I felt, some last reserve of dignity holding me together long enough to get the word out. "Okay. I hope that's actually true, and not just something you'll regret tomo

Take care of yourself. 'Certainly.' The old woman smiled, then looked at Verdict. They exchanged codes with their stare that he did not understand. 'Rest assured, Grandma will be the first to know,' said Verdict as soon as they finished exchanging code. 'What are you talking about?' asked Raymond, curious. Grandma Anna did not answer his question at all, walked past him after hiding the chocolate bar he had given her in her pocket, entered the hospital building humming a French song he did not understand.

As the door slammed open and the call to battle chimed out down the corridor, Adrian's agonized cry followed him," I am not giving up on us, Flora. I will fight for you to the end" Flora's last words, smelling and filled with anguish, hung in the air" Some consummations are just the morning of a long, unhealed farewell."

If only she knew that I was quite serious about that statement, but since we were all for acting up, then let's be great actors. "I also want to say thank you to everyone I work with, my secretary Louisa is supposed to be here, so if you are, I appreciate it." So many of the guests turned their heads to search for her but I continued the speech. "Tonight was supposed to be a special one than it already is, but I believe in slow and steady winning the race. Finally, to Martin Constructions, that when it's time for me to take over, the process wilk be swift and very simple."

“What?” “She’s different? Really? You sound like a teenage boy trying to get into a girl’s pants by saying she’s different from the other girls” “Fuck off! What do you want me to say? I never met anyone like her, so she’s different” “Jesus Chris, it feels like I’m doing child therapy. Ok, let me get the whiteboard for you.” The arrogant prick actually mimicked an air pen and drew his next words in an imaginary board. “Everyone is fucking different”

Tears brim his eyes and the last question comes out in a shaky breath. My tears stream down my face for the millionth time today. The round diamond sparkles spectacularly like the stars in the night sky. It's absolutely stunning. All the pain and suffering have led us to this moment. This moment in time where we can finally accept that nothing will stand in our way and nothing will ever tear us apart. We are it for each other forever. "Yes," I whisper. The End

I had known this for a long time. My eyelids felt so heavy. I was ready to go. I was so tired. Selena was crying loudly, but I couldn't comfort her anymore. On April 20th, I closed my eyes for the last time and slipped away.

The opening sealed shut behind them both. Silence swallowed the facility whole. Then every screen flared to life one last time, displaying a single final message: DAY SEVEN HAS BEGUN. THE ORIGINAL IS COMING. AND IT KNOWS HER NAME.