It Ends With Us Trigger Warnings Novels & Stories

“No. I end you.” We struggled, the weapon shaking between us, finger brushing the trigger— A deafening gunshot exploded through the hallway. Everything went white. Then— Silence. ***

"It's because you've been hearing that I'm with someone else. You finally feel threatened. You finally think your place might actually be taken. So tonight, after months of silence, you suddenly decided to crack open that dusty little diary. Am I wrong?" "Gia, that's not..." I did not let him finish. My voice was calm and even. "Sally, you should know this. An apology that comes too late doesn't fix the past. It just ruins whatever good memories are left. That diary doesn't mean anything anymore. Throw it away. "And stop calling me. Stop looking for me. Because you are really starting to get on my nerves." I hung up.

~CONTENT WARNING~ This story contains scenes depicting to sexual activity, violence, death, trauma, sexual assault, substance abuse and other possible triggers. Read at your own risk. ~♡♡~ I hope you enjoy every bit of this book as much as I enjoyed writing it. Wish you a happy reading. Much love from the author to her readers. <3

His eyebrows pinched together in confusion. But I do not hesitate, not when I know where did this end came from, "Pull the trigger." I directed my hands falling on the either side of me like I have noo energy left, "End it." He loaded the gun and I did not even blinked as I added, "Finish this for once and for-" He did not let me finish as he pulls the trigger and the loud sound of shooting echoed in the apartment before I hit the ground. This is how it ends. This was how it was supposed to end. Since the very start.

Quid pro quo. I’m a parasite who leeches off bigger parasites. I’m okay with that. I’m right in the heart of the system now. Forcing open the final files before I start copying all of it. I lean in closer, my breath catching. This is it. The thread that unravels the sweater. "Got you," I murmur, reaching for the enter key to initiate the final d******d. And then the world ends. It doesn't flicker. It doesn't fade. It snaps.

That was until sophomore year when Eugene was forcibly sent overseas. His passport was confiscated. His phone was taken away. He did not even get the chance to say goodbye to me. Just like that, we completely lost contact. During that time, I cried almost every single day. Then Eugene's mother contacted me again with another warning. She said I was not worthy of Eugene and that the family had already arranged a marriage alliance for him. Her belittling cut into my heart like a knife. … A month later, I discovered I was pregnant. The doctor said my physical condition made abortion risky, but I had no other choice.

"William, we used to love each other so much. Why? Why can’t you just love me a little longer?" My voice broke into a desperate plea. But William abruptly stood, his voice like a whip. "Shut up! Don’t bring up the past again! "You think you’re still the same Whitney from back then?" He smiled in cruel disdain. "Every time I see those scars on your stomach, I feel sick. "They’re a constant reminder that a child died there. That you are beyond filthy." Each word pierced deeper than the last. Tears that mixed with the river water dripped from my hair.

A man and woman held hands across the table. My eyes locked on the matching rings on their fingers. Then I looked at my own bare hand and laughed at myself. After three years of marriage, the wedding band Ines had once promised me had ended up on Marcus's hand. That night, Ines did not come home. Instead, Marcus posted another photo of a hotel check-in. By then, I had no illusions left about her. I calmly sent her a text. "Come back tomorrow and sign the divorce papers." Early the next morning, I was woken by my phone ringing violently.

She wasn't able to process everything as her body turned over and under inside the car like a ragged doll. There was only the ear-splitting sound of the screeching tires and the shattering of glass all around her. The car continuously rolled against the asphalt, not giving her time to comprehend what just happened. She tasted blood in her mouth and felt a distant pain as if she's floating above her body. Then, nothing but eerie silence. The last thing she saw was his blue eyes, now painted with the dark red of his blood, staring into nothing. Just a pair of empty hollow depths. A deep sense of triumph swelled within her before she let the darkness swallow her whole.

, however, the end isn't always the reason it all ends, everything I've done, the people I've changed, the love I've shown, all of this will not be forgotten, while those who loved me love to live, I Ayla Marin will be alive in their beating hearts, the jeep has finally stopped rolling, I feel exhaustion take over my body, the pain in every inch of my bones is unbearable, I feel the blood drain from my skull to my vision it's cloudy, little by little my irises are closing, however, I'm still able to smell the smell of wet earth that brings back memories of home, just as I hear the sound of metal creaking in the background, I force myself to look at who's here , I just see black galoshes near