Novel & Cerita Jalan Tak Berujung

This is not the end but start of a beautiful life ahead. ~THE END~

END. Couldn't think of a perfect way to end this, anyway __ all in all, we have come to the end of our story , if you haven't said anything since we started , come on, this is your chance, please say something, anything, whatever , just anything you think about it... thanks for reading, don't forget to vote and thanks in advance for your feedback❤

"You are nothing but a weakling. All women are!!!!" Elena snapped her eyes open, staring up at the dark ceiling. Everywhere was so dark because it was night time and not day time. She sat upright, snatched the pack of cigarettes from the bedside table, lit it up, getting out of bed and walking out of the bedroom. She took a long drag, coming out of the house into the cold dark night. People say life is a journey, it's more like a long narrow road with no destination or ending. You either get lost or found while going through the road, if you get lost that option brings death but if you get found that option means you have reached your destination or the end of your journey and it brings life

Not an ending. A horizon.

"There's a place with no roads?" I blinked. That sounded deeply inconvenient. The traveler smiled. Not because the question was silly. Because it was exactly the right question. "Yes." One simple word. The endless horizon remained silent. Golden roads stretched farther than I could imagine. Every one of them connected. Every one of them carrying stories. And somewhere beyond all of them... nothing. No roads. No lanterns. No bridges. The thought felt strangely lonely. I didn't like it.

Let it be irreversible. Let this end.

And the story ended not with resolution, but with continuation— unfair, unfinished, and real. —End—

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.

Because some lines, once crossed, don’t lead forward. They lead back. And I am done retreating.

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. ⸻