Love You Until Death Novels & Stories

I am happy in love. The End.

“If you’re seeing this video, it means I’m already gone. But I need you to know—while I was alive, I loved you. Goodbye, my love. My final message.” Eliot leaned back, his eyes never leaving the camera, never leaving Ethan, as though through the lens, he could still feel their connection. “I love you, Ethan. Forever and always.” The screen went black. Ethan let out a slow, shaky breath, staring at the darkened display. Eliot’s words echoed in his mind, haunting him with a love that had outlasted even death. He thumbed over to his contacts, scrolling down until he found the name—the one name he had been battling to reach out to.

“Leave my parents out of this.” “Catalina, please don't concede to an even lower IQ level. It's cringe to watch. The world ending includes their death and yours, you are all part of the world after all. Nevertheless, your parents have only 12 months to live. I will reap their souls then so whether you made a deal with me or not, is irrelevant because they would still die after the twelfth month.” My grip tightened. I looked up, immediately expelling the tears building in my eyes.

Naturally, I couldn't make a sound. Even I thought it was absurd. What was I still hoping for? Suddenly, I felt a familiar ripple. Ryan was initiating a mind-link. For the first time in his life, he was reaching out to me. However, the mind-link never connected. The bond decreed by the Moon Goddess had shattered the moment I died. All he could hear was the final echo I had sent before my soul slipped away. "Let the Moon Goddess be my witness. You will lose the one you love forever."

“I didn’t say I don’t like them. Just not the old ones. They always end too… sad.” “Mm.” He tilted his head, studying me. “Maybe that’s why I like them.” “Because they’re sad?” “Because they’re honest,” he said simply. “Happy endings are for liars.” That shut me up for a while. The TV flickered; a woman screamed on-screen. I glanced at him from the corner of my eye. “You really believe that?” I asked softly. He leaned his head back against the couch, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. “I believe that people destroy what they love,” he said finally. “Sometimes by accident. Sometimes not.”

Loving people you'll never meet. That's legacy. That's enough. That's everything. THE END

Surely that had to mean something. Hours later, lying in bed, I rolled toward him and whispered into the dark, "I love you." His reply came delayed, soft. "Love you too, Lay." But when I opened my eyes, his were still closed, his breathing steady but not quite asleep. And on the nightstand, his phone buzzed again. I turned my face to the wall and practised stillness. The phone pulsed once more, a heartbeat that didn't belong to us. Happiness, I'd believed, was quiet. I just hadn't considered how loud betrayal could be without making a sound.

As long as we live and even after we die, because death will not be able to separate us. "I love you, my Tery." "I love you more, my Alfred." Our lips met, just like our heartbeats, in the harmonious rhythm of love. === The End of All The Love Stories ===

My voice was too hoarse to even shout. “Get it over and done with. Miss Cynthia is waiting for news.” I heard another man shout “Got it.” He walked to me and stood before me. I could only see the nozzle of the gun right from where I lay down. Tears trickled down my cheeks as I waited for death. He pulled the trigger, and I felt the same sharp and cold item penetrate my body. I felt my body growing numb as I close my eyes. My hand that tried to protect myself dropped to the side, and my head turned sideways. I felt like people were calling me “miss” I didn’t know if it was me being called or it was Cynthia. I felt my heart tighten as I thought of my fate. I was wrong in falling in love.

True love found us. The End.