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William gently reached for her hand, unshed tears in his own eyes. He could feel it too... the joy, the happiness, The completeness. This was unlike anything he had experienced in his life... the feeling. It felt just right.... Like he was finally in Paradise.

The firmness and coldness in her tone caused the last shred of hope in Joey's heart to sink like a stone. What followed was an overwhelming sense of anger and confusion. "Must you be so absolute, leaving yourself no way out?" A way out? Margot smiled faintly. She had long since lost any hope of a way out. The Stewarts may be strangers to her now, but it was certainly not her way out. She turned her gaze away and looked toward Dominic who had been closely observing their exchange. Her heart slowly found peace. "This way out is better left to Maisie. No, I suppose she would be Mrs. Johanson now."

Demir must survive. THE END.

Half a month later, in the middle of the night, my phone buzzed with a message. It was from Lex. [Audrey, I'm sorry.] I stared at it for a moment, then put the phone down. I didn't reply. Our story had ended long ago. I closed that chapter. From now on, our lives will go their own way—like two roads that'll never cross again.

THE END Author's note: Thank you for following me through this journey. I appreciate it.

Everything distorted and rift all over the place where the man stood open with a roar coming inside of it. “W-what...” his eyes widened as saucer. “What is that thing?!” His horrored defeated by the boom as he flow away and collapse into fragments. The feeling of ultimate deadly crisis is the last thing he felt before a massive hand lurk from inside the rift, pulling the pieces of him out of this world. His cry for a second was filled of disbelief and ultimate terror, it cut off as the rift close and the distortion of time and space cease. It happened not more 59 seconds.

In his arms. THE END

I whisper, “Gavin . . . what is The End?” He shakes his head wordlessly and looks back out the window. So I look back at that journal lying there, begging me to read it. And maybe I’ve swallowed this whole thing hook, line and sinker, become tainted by the obsessions of a fractured mind with a skewed perception of reality, but I suddenly realize how appropriate the translation of those strange words is because I feel, somehow, that I’m about to be weighed and measured, and as I finally reach to turn that page to the next story, I wonder, at the end of this . . .

When the dust settled… Julian was gone. Only Nathaniel’s journal remained on the cedar table. Open to its final page. A new line had appeared in faded golden ink. Every ending is the beginning someone else was brave enough to choose. The water surged higher. Amelia wiped away a tear. Then, clutching Daniel’s letter and the family photographs, she turned and followed the others toward the light above. Behind them… The Sanctum began its long descent into silence once more.

I was on my own. The End