Jalan Tak Berujung Novels & Stories

Tomorrow is Monday again and I have no idea for how long I can take this kind of life. I can not change anything, and at this point, I do not want to.

At last, he said tiredly, "Alright. I won't bother you anymore." Hearing this, a wave of relief washed over me, as if I had finally broken free. In contrast, Bernard looked drained, full of regret and grief. As I flagged down a cab, his voice rang out behind me. "Jenna! I'm sorry. It was my fault." After three long years, it was finally over. I finally heard Bernard's most sincere apology. I didn't turn around. I just lifted a hand and waved. "Goodbye, Bernard." From here on, I would keep moving forward, chasing a bright future that belonged only to me.

Too many stories. Too many endings. Too many wounds. ⸻ And now… It could go no further. 💔 ⸻ Yet beyond the collapse… The Fifth Path remained. 🚪✨ ⸻ An unfinished world. ⸻ A blank horizon stretching endlessly into the unknown. ⸻ No stars. No kingdoms. No destiny. No prophecies. ⸻ Only possibility. ⸻ Waiting. ⸻ 🌙 The Empty World Everyone stared. ⸻

Closer. The silver ocean darkened beneath it. Not with corruption. With absence. The feeling of roads ending. Journeys finishing. Stories concluding. Then Mira finally spoke. Her voice barely audible. "That's the End." Silence. The words echoed across realities. The End. Not death. Not destruction. Something older. Something fundamental. The figure on the horizon stopped walking. It looked toward them. Luke couldn't see its face. Could barely see its shape. Yet he knew it was watching.

A sharp pain stabbed through my abdomen, and I began frantically thrashing my body. “No… No! Don’t touch my baby! Elijah, I’ll donate my bone marrow! I’ll sign the consent form! I’ll even agree to the divorce! This is your child, too! Elijah, I beg both of you, just let me go! I will never show my face in front of you again!”

It underscores the idea that, even in the most tumultuous of tales, there is a potential for resolution, growth, and a sense of completion. The pursuit of a happy ending is not without its challenges and uncertainties. Life is inherently unpredictable, and the path to happiness may be fraught with twists and turns. However, it is precisely the unpredictability of life that makes a happy ending so deeply cherished. It is a reminder that despite the uncertainties, we can still shape our own narratives and find moments of fulfillment.

Reaching up, I touched those tingling fingertips to her lips. Life is a journey of chance and choices; a maze of paths each leading to a different adventure and each holding a lesson to be learned through pain and consequence. There’s no way to know what lies at the other end of a particular path before you start down it. And there’s no way back.