Jonathan Brandis Last Words Novels & Stories

Someone was talking back to us. HELLO, MIRELE AND TOBY, CAN YOU UNDERSTAND THIS? "Of course we can," Mirele thought back. "Who are we talking to?" THIS IS JONATHAN AT THE KEYBOARD, BUT EVERYONE ELSE IS HERE, TOO. YOU SHOULD HEAR THE RACKET OUT HERE! THANK GOD YOU'RE ALL RIGHT. I could visualize his smile as well... and his tears. He had lost his grandson, but we were ready to save the world.

"Tonight was meant to be an anniversary. But four years is long enough to realize when a mistake has been made. I am officially announcing my intention to divorce Evelyn Hart, effective immediately." A collective gasp rippled through the room as I felt the air leave my lungs. I looked at Beatrice, who was smiling into her wine glass, then I looked back at Daniel, searching for some sign of a joke, but there was nothing but ice. "Sophie Lane is the woman who holds my heart," he continued, glancing down at the blonde woman with a warmth he had never once shown me. "And I will no longer live a lie for the sake of a contract."

The man smiled. "And Sophia?" Liam froze. "Where is she?" The man chuckled. "Alive." Liam relaxed slightly. "But not for long." "No." The man leaned forward. "You know what I want." Liam looked away. "I'm never giving it to you." The man's smile disappeared. "Then everyone dies." --- That evening, Emma sat surrounded by the anonymous messages. The photographs. The unknown numbers. Everything. Noah sat beside her. Neither had spoken for several minutes.

“It’s Dad.” Her stomach dropped. “What about him?” she whispered. Tristian looked away, then back at her, his eyes shining. “He’s… gone.” The room went silent. “No,” she said softly, shaking her head. “No, that’s not funny. Stop!.” “I’m sorry,” Tristian said, his voice breaking. “Jonathan… he didn’t make it.” The world tilted. Ashley’s knees buckled as if the floor had disappeared beneath her. Her chest tightened, air refusing to enter her lungs.

Brandon stepped forward and unfolded the paper in his hand before speaking with restrained emotion. “I remember Fiona as a kind and remarkable woman. She was incredibly strong while facing her illness, and I’m truly proud to stay by her side, even when she’s terminally ill.” His voice trembled slightly before continuing. “I hope her daughter, Malikha, can remain strong through all of this. We are grieving deeply, too, but I remember something a close friend once told me…” Brandon paused briefly. “That death is the beginning of a new life. Maybe… we’ll meet again in another lifetime. Together in Heaven.”

Jonathan replied as he made himself comfortable on the couch. Liza brought water and handed it to him. "You can tell me about it you know. It will lessen your burden" Jonathan said as he sipped water. Liza sat on the couch opposite him, as she contemplated whether to tell him or not. Jonathan could practically see Liza's contemplation as the frown between her eyebrows deepened until they relaxed and smoothed out. "Fine but promise me that you won't pity me" Jonathan nodded "Today was the day my parents died" she blurted out. Jonathan's face didn't morph into an expression of pity but it morphed into one of sadness as if he was really sharing Liza's pain.

“You're as bright as the moon and as beautiful as the stars, your, your mothers child, yes you are. From her you were made and to her you return and hopefully one day you’d be placed back on this earth, Ashley & Emily, Timmy & Neil and little April, back to mother goddess you return.” Brandon wasn’t his normal self and I’d expect that so I tried checking up on him inbetween handing out sandwiches and drinks, he stayed in his office after everyone gave there condolences and once everyone was gone I went to be with him. He was sitting in his office chair shirt unbuttoned and a bottle of something I don’t even know what it's called, but from the looks of it, it was strong. I sat opposite him bu

"What did you just say to me, Brandon?" "I checked the bus while you read the letter from the metal box you were given to save us time. I couldn't find either Jonas or Lisa on the bus." Hearing Jonas' name made me ball my hands into fists. "It doesn't matter to me anymore. The proof I saw was enough to convince me. Did you know what was written in the note?" "No, but I could figure it out." I handed him the crumpled note and said, "You've always been too smart," as I handed him the crumpled note."He admitted to killing Lisa."

*Luca* "You are not the only one you know". Jonas voice makes me get up and look out through the bars in the big iron door. "Martin said the same". I answer. "You were never told how our father died". Jonas has brought a chair and sits down outside the little iron shed. "I assumed he had something with the heart". I say, feeling uncertain. "He was strong as a horse". Jonas huffs. "He was liquidated". "What do you mean by liquidated ?" I ask, feeling chills down my back.

“Three months? And you have nothing?” “No. I do have something,” Jonathan replied feeling at ease now. “Well, speak up then.” Jonathan took a moment before speaking. It seemed that the booze was getting to him. That prompted me to look at the clock on the wall. It was an hour to midnight which meant that the festival would end soon. I'd like to get back to it quickly. I made the festival possible and I was yet to enjoy it. That wouldn’t be fair on my part. “The last time I saw them, they were heading to Manhattan,” he said. “They said something about seeking help. But then I lost them near Charleston.”