How To End It Softly Novels & Stories

I am done with married women. The End

the water is quiet calm but soon it would be disturbed as i jump in it. this is the END. i gave up on myself! just as i was about to end this misery i heard the most beautiful and melodious voice in my life. it was a voice which can make you forget yourself and drown in it's sweetness. "do you wanna give up just cuz it's hard? nothing is free in this damn freaking world. either you eat or get eaten so get a grip and stand back up what you think is E,N,D is actually A,N,D" there was no doubt that it was a girl singing.

Love and family. THE END

I used to believe endings came with noise. With doors slamming, papers flying, voices raised. But this one came gently. Like a sigh. Like the last note of a lullaby. And maybe that’s what peace really is—not silence, but softness. Not the absence of war, but the return of one’s self. The morning of Zaya and Micah’s joint birthday arrived with sunshine that filtered in like forgiveness. The sky was clear, the breeze was warm, and the smell of vanilla cake floated from the kitchen before the guests evern arrived.

“Maybe a little.” He brushed his thumb over my knuckles, grounding me again. “Next part’s yours,” he said softly. “Tomorrow, you lure him in. We get everything on camera.” I looked up at him, the night wind tangling my hair around my face. “And when it’s done?” “Then,” he whispered, “we end this.”

Together. Always together. **THE END**

“It’s different.” “Different is good,” Ally said. “But I get it. You’re scared because you don’t know what comes next.” Lily nodded. “Exactly.” Ally nodded. “Then don’t think about what’s next. Just let things happen.” Lily stared at her. “How do you make it sound so easy?” “Because it is,” Ally said simply. “You just have to stop fighting it.” Before Lily could respond, the bell above the door jingled.

A few sweet words and she'll calm right down. He paused, then his tone dropped as he remembered the social media post, the one with the two of them holding hands in matching engagement rings. "By the way, did you delete that post? We agreed we were only taking those photos as keepsakes, not putting them online. You broke our deal." A shadow flickered behind Anya's lowered eyes. She had planned that post carefully. There was no way she wanted to delete it. But since Kyle had brought it up, she could not exactly refuse. She pulled out her phone and deleted it right in front of him.

But the next day, he was found dead in his living room. He had finally given up. He left behind a letter and ended his life with the same dangerous combination that nearly killed me—cephalexin and alcohol. When I returned home, the police gave me the envelope. Inside it was a brief note filled with apologies and well wishes. "I'm sorry, Grace. I was wrong. I hope you find happiness. Congratulations on your marriage. If there's a next life, I hope I'll be the one to chase after you." But if there was indeed a next life, I never wanted to meet him again.

So, I picked up the nearest thing, a teacup, and hurled it at him. Still, he stood rooted to the spot. When the shards cut my hand, he rushed forward with the first-aid kit. "Nara, don’t do this. Please. We have time. Let’s fix this. Slowly, okay?" I let out a bitter laugh and poured rubbing alcohol onto his expensive suit. "Randall, back when I loved you, I waited for you."