How To End It Softly Novels & Stories

I stayed quiet, holding the line with nothing but expectation. “…Right,” I said eventually, though there was resistance buried in it. “If that’s how you want it.” “It is,” Mike replied, without hesitation. Another beat of silence passed, thinner now, as something stretched too far. “Okay,” I muttered. Mike nodded to himself. “Good.” There was nothing left to say. No goodbye, no attempt to soften it. I pulled the phone away and ended the call, the screen going dark in his hand. For a second, I just stood there, listening to the faint hum of the world around me, the distant sound of a car passing, the whisper of wind along the pavement.

𝗦𝗼𝗳𝘁. 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗝𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹—

That was more than enough. The End

On the day after my twin brother, Jonathan Sander's death, I've married Natania Gilmore, my widowed sister-in-law. That day, Natania prints a thousand copies of Jonathan's death report and announces to the world that I'm the actual killer. Because of that, everyone despises me. Even my parents sever all ties with me on the spot. After our marriage, Natania keeps getting into romantic scandals. She's also brought countless men home with her. She makes me stand outside her room while listening to their debauchery every time. I'm also required to take photos of her and her boytoy with my camera once they are done with their lovemaking. I can only stomach everything quietly. My only plea is

"Drew, the dial sparkles so beautifully. The moment I saw it, I knew it would suit you. "Even though you're almost thirty, you'll always be the same in my eyes." My fingers trembled. The watch slipped from my hand, and the crystal shattered into pieces. The hands stopped moving. Just like our relationship, it was broken... At eight the next morning, Olivia sent me a location pin. [Bring the signed divorce agreement here at ten.] Looking at myself in the mirror, I seemed to have aged three years overnight. I grabbed a razor and men's skincare products and began frantically tidying myself up.

This is the final act of a story that’s been tearing me apart from the inside. “Are you sure about this?” I ask softly, my voice trembling. “This… it feels like the end.” He looks up at me, eyes shining with unshed tears. “It’s the only way I can say goodbye properly. I need this… to remember what we had. What we still have, even if it’s just in moments like these.” I swallow hard, fighting back my own tears. I nod. “Then let’s not hold anything back.”

--- Not forceful. --- Just… certain. --- --- And then— --- He leaned in. --- --- Slowly. --- Carefully. --- --- Giving her time. --- Giving her space to change her mind. --- --- But she didn’t. --- --- Her eyes closed softly— --- And the moment finally crossed the line from almost… --- To something real. --- --- The kiss wasn’t rushed. --- It wasn’t overwhelming. --- --- It was soft. --- Intentional. --- --- A quiet meeting of something they had both been holding back.

she read the painter's signature on the bottom side of the canvas. Her gaze turning onto the wood's description below the painting. “Happy Sad Ending, RI from German,” she read the title of the painting. 'Oh, he is not local painter, he come from oversea,' Jane thought while read the word German. 'Happy Sad Ending — The farewell is a common thing that always comes as a couple of the meeting. Sometimes you have to end the meeting and saying farewell to someone that made you happy, but you have to let it go for their future happiness or your future happiness.'

“I’m just bored and saw this private room’s door opened. I just want to interrupt you for fun. That’s all. Bye!” I was about to go outside when he held my hand! OMG! What is he going to do with me? “Not so fast, Miss. Since you interrupt us, maybe you want to continue having fun with me now? We’re just the two of us in this private room,” he said in a husky voice. Oh, damn! I should get out of this room immediately before he does something bad. He’s really my style, but I don’t want to flirt with him in this kind of place.

he leans over and kisses my lips gently. THE END