Everything Everything Novel Novels & Stories

My everything. "Choose, Delilah. Me or the book."

At last, everything is over. The End

My living anchor He reads me like a book, the way he looked at me feels like he is memorizing every bits of me and yet, every bits of him is a lie Through the days that I am nothing he was there. Never thought that in the dark there is still a light For the past months that I am with them, they give me advices like I am their little sister, which is wrong, because I am older but they know a more and they proved a lot of things to me and right now, they proved another thing to me, and that is “All of the people around you are not true, some are just deceiving you”

He wiped her tears and hugged her close to him. Driving over, it was clear to Aamiya that it was either Asfand or no one at all. If she was the heart, he was the beat. She was nothing without him. “You are my everything.” She said and pecked his lips. Asfand sighed in content. He loved that Aamiya never shied showing him affection.

Back at the house, I started throwing my things into my suitcase. I was done with his pretend amnesia act; my heart was no longer in Sebastian's grip. In a rare moment of gentleness, he looked at our wedding photo and feigned a flicker of memory. "Elena, is that us in the picture? When did we take that?" I kept my eyes on my task, packing my clothes without a glance his way, and said without a hint of warmth, "It's fake, an AI creation." That was it. I pushed him over the edge.

The late-autumn air rushed in, cold against my face. Ahead of me, the city glittered with neon, bright and alive. Beyond it was a brand-new life that truly belonged to me.

That fantasy died the second the door opened. *** The apartment looked nothing like before. The Persian rug I'd had someone bring back from overseas was gone. In its place—muted light gray. The famous paintings were gone too. Now some anime character I didn't even recognize hung on the wall. The pink plush bedding Selene used to love? Replaced by black-and-white checkers. Same layout as before I left. Everything else—unrecognizable. Familiar. But wrong. I stood there, awkward and silent. Selene noticed and gave a casual explanation. Almost kind.

Lives never lived. Suddenly she understood. The Unwritten weren't people. Not exactly. They were stories. Rejected stories. Forgotten futures. Abandoned possibilities. Everything creation had chosen not to become. And now they had returned. The revelation nearly crushed her. There were trillions of them. Countless unrealized futures. Countless discarded destinies. Countless forgotten worlds. All of them staring at her. All of them waiting. The little girl smiled. "You inherited everything." Nova couldn't breathe. The girl nodded.