Jalan Tak Berujung Novels & Stories

With Jay, life was never boring. THE END

That vase had been something we’d constructed together, and our initials were carved into the base. Adrian rushed forward, gripping my arm. He brushed a hand over my cheek as if nothing else mattered. "It’s alright. I’ll buy you another one. Lauren, I know you’ve blamed yourself all this time for not being able to conceive. If you can’t, then we won’t. We’ll just adopt." He paused, then spoke carefully, "I have a friend abroad. His whole family died in an accident, leaving behind a two-year-old boy. Lauren, you’ll love him."

Ethan nodded. “Yes.” Jun exhaled. “No final speech?” “No.” “No big message?” Ethan shook his head. “No.” Jun smiled slightly. “Kind of disappointing.” Ethan laughed softly. “Only if you think stories need endings,” he said. Jun looked at him. “What if they don’t?” Ethan turned back toward the city. “Then they become something else.” Jun raised an eyebrow. “Like what?” Ethan watched the movement below. The conversations. The decisions. The life.

I have to find a new job soon or I will die from all this stress of having two jobs. I was on my way home, and it was completely dark, and to be honest, I was a little scared. On my way home from far away, I spotted the most perfect face, but in the same second, I saw a girl holding his hand. I don't know why, but I felt a bit angry. I don't know why I feel this rage and disappointment inside me. I pull myself together and decide to just walk past him, not even bothering to look. As I was pretending to see on my phone, I walked past him. After a couple of meters, I felt a hand pull me back, and that same shit feeling came rushing back in.

And one way or another? This ends now.

They hadn’t even mentioned it because they didn’t have the slightest idea what was next for them. The task of the week had grown old. Talking about love or future made no sense. They would never be just friends again. They hadn’t even wasted a single thought on the ludicrous idea of asking the other to just give up their whole life to be together. So, draw. Nothing. A black hole. That was what they were facing: a point of zero mass and infinite density, eager to swallow up the whole universe. You don’t fight black holes, Silvia thought as they took Jo around Puerto Madero. You let them swallow you or you move to the universe next door.

she quickly said, glancing at him. "Then there is no finality in saying that you ended up in a place. If it is the wrong one, you always have the option to leave." "I wish it were that easy. You can't expect a road to be free of speed bumps and potholes. And sometimes the road comes to an end! Just like that. And you have no choice but to take a different path. Bottom line is that it's okay. It's okay to walk slowly. It does not matter what path you are on; as long as you are on it, it will lead you somewhere."

Just present. Just endless.

Just purpose. **The End.**

Because it's a never ending journey. The end.