I'm Thinking Of Ending Things Explained Novels & Stories

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Just for each other. *The End.*

I was on my own. The End

“You’re annoying.” “Yeah, I know. You said it before,” he said, bumping my shoulder lightly. I shook my head and looked back at the field. The guys were still quiet, a few sitting by their bikes, others pretending to check their chains even though from here, I could tell that there was nothing wrong with them. The thought of it ending hit harder than I expected. Ethan’s voice pulled me back. “You know, endings aren’t always bad.” “Yeah?” I said quietly. “What’s this one then?”

"Maybe." "Oh honey." "And then what? Eventually I have to go back." "Not if you don't want to." The thought settled in my chest, heavy and terrifying and somehow freeing. I didn't have to go back. I could just leave. End this, end the pain, end the constant disappointment. "I need to think," I said. "Okay, but please don't think alone in some random coffee shop, come here, think at my place." "Maybe later." "Eve..." "I'll text you, I promise. I just need a few more hours." I hung up before she could argue.

Was this the end for me? ****

he said and ends the call. What exactly is going on？

A wave of weariness washed over me, too deep for words. Charles's words cut through me like a knife, leaving me torn and bleeding inside. I could not tell if it was pain or numbness anymore. If I could have written off yesterday's drama as Charles just putting on a show, today's private words and actions showed his true colors, snuffing out the last flicker of hope I had. I drove aimlessly around Jubilee City, letting the night air whip through the open window, drying my tears only for them to be replaced by fresh ones, over and over, until the night grew old.

And now, I was done believing him. The silence stretched on, and the man on the phone asked again. I steadied myself and answered calmly. "Yes. I accept." We exchanged a few more words, settled on a start date, and I hung up. Then I hailed a cab and went home. I pushed open the front door and went straight upstairs to pack. I was moving out. If I was going to end things, there was no point dragging it out. Packing did not take long. Looking down at the worn-out clothes and pants so faded they had turned white, it hit me just how lean these years had really been.

I am thinking: oh. I am thinking: so this is what it is. To be continued...