It Ends With Us Ryle Novels & Stories

Just for each other. *The End.*

Tylenol can’t push back the heavy pounding on my head anymore. Rylee hummed, pushing her thick glasses back up, dashing her hands through her fiery red locks. “I’m afraid of what he might do next, Miss.” “I’ve given him what he wanted, Ry,” I reasoned, “I’m not giving him more.” “But he will want more, knowing he has a hold on your neck with these files about Mr. Carter,” she mumbled, sipping her lemon water. The lemon disk swirling on the glass as she set it down on the table, bumping with the ice cubes.

I answered, and looked back at my paper, waiting for the class to end. After ten minutes, it finally did and the teacher happily left, leaving the students to discuss meeting plans for the projects. I stood up and packed my bags quickly unlike Khalil, who acted like a snail. "Where are you running to?" He asked jokingly as he stood up. I flung my bag over my shoulder and frowned at him. Remembering how I had seen his muscled chest and defined arms. Why did a high school kid go to the gym so much?

After Halle Anderson cheated on me and came back to me, I gave her three chances to cut ties with her lover. She grabbed the opportunity and spent those times with him. They had dinners together, did crafts, and she even spent whole nights with him. After that, she threw everything that was related to her lover away and held my hand again. “Believe me, I’ll never betray you again.” One day, I got into a car accident with an energetic young man. He angrily gave someone a call, and I heard my wife’s best friend’s voice coming through. “Halle, I’m telling you to not go. You’ve used up all three chances. Grant will definitely divorce you if you do so.” Immediately after, I heard Hall

And behind me, Blake's heartbroken scream tore through the air. "Dawn!"

Together. THE END.

I believed him and never questioned it. The door was unlocked and opened with a gentle push. The study was decorated minimally. There was just one massive desk and a bookcase that reached the ceiling. However, there were no photos of his parents or his brother, Alex. Instead, the walls were covered with Rachel Taylor's pictures. Rachel as a teenager, running along the shore in a white dress. Rachel in college, smiling by a library window as she held her textbook. Rachel in a wedding gown... My eyes burned. Through my tears, I noticed a diary on the desk.

He sat on the edge of my bed, gently stroking the back of my hand. "Get some rest. I'll send you abroad to recuperate," he said. I shook my head and replied weakly, "No need. I want to leave." I didn't say it aloud, but I wanted to leave him and this world. Just one more day, and I would be free. He suddenly pulled me into his arms, holding me so tightly it felt like he wanted to fuse me into himself. "Don't say that. Evelyn, please…" On the last day before I planned to die, Ricky's funeral was finally arranged. The service was held in a small chapel, and I was the only one there to mourn him.

So will we. End.