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The way his voice trembled when I said I wanted to be his. Completely. I was his. Still am. God, Erik, please don’t let this be the end of us. Please don’t let distance turn into goodbye.

"How long are you going to keep this up? If it's because of what happened that night, then I apologize! But if you hadn't gone and provoked those guys, none of this would have happened." Lawrence's gaze hardened as he looked at Julia. The bitter realization set in that all his feelings over the years had been wasted. "Think whatever you want, Julia. I've said everything I need to say. We have nothing to do with each other anymore, and I don't need your apology." Noticing the situation worsening, Patrick stepped forward and grabbed Julia's arm. "I'm not feeling well. Can we go back, please?" "If you're feeling sick, go back by yourself!" This was the first time Julia had spoken to Patrick in

Call me crazy, I don't give a shit at this point. ✨ THE END ✨

I hate that any of this happened. I hate it so much, in fact, that I decide to tell him so. I open my mouth to say something—maybe something like, I don't like how we left things yesterday, or, can we talk about this? I want to fix things. Before I can decide on a good way to start this conversation, Evans speaks. "I think it would be best if we ended this." I blink, stunned, all of my carefully-organized thoughts scattering to the wind. What? "This thing between us needs to end. It's over," he adds, as if I didn't hear the first part.

Even when wronged, she endured it in silence. Luca’s expression slowly cooled. He turned to Elena and said coldly, "And what exactly makes you so superior?" Elena’s eyes widened in disbelief. Then she broke down, crying and making a scene. "Luca, how can you talk to me like that? We’re close friends! Besides, we almost ended up together!" Luca looked at her theatrics without the slightest ripple in his heart. All he saw was Clara. He took a slow breath and said indifferently, "‘Almost ending up together’ is something you imagined. I have guests to speak with. Stay here."

Invited my own miseries back in my life. ~ The whole day had passed while I was just blurred on what next and was sitting at the door. My eyes closed. I decided that this time it won't just end up being saved. Thinking about everything very precisely. I have come to the conclusion. That I need to end this all? Then I need to start from ending my own self. Unless and until I am dead. Nothing will work out. Until and unless I am dead, nothing will stop. Until and unless I am dead.

He paused, then added, “And after seeing them… I think what happened five months ago isn’t really over.” -THE END-

Silence. The word settled heavily across existence. Because mortality affected people. Finality affected everything. Stars. Worlds. Universes. Reality itself. Mira looked toward Luke. "The End isn't destruction." A pause. "It's completion." The awakened network pulsed uneasily. Luke suddenly understood why the grieving being had been so afraid. Completion couldn't be fought. Couldn't be killed. Couldn't be escaped. Because completion wasn't an attack. It was a destination. The figure spoke quietly.

Or would this be the end of our relationship? As the night wears on, I find myself struggling to stay focused on the girl in front of me. Every time she touches me or leans in close, I can't help but think about Angela and our family. Finally, I make the decision to end things before they go too far. "Listen, I'm sorry, but I can't do this," I say, standing up from the table. "I need to get home as quickly as possible." The girl looks confused and a little hurt, but I know that I've made the right decision.

I'll send him to his maker I took in deep breath thinking about my plan... it's time to end James once and for all TBC