My Story Isn't Over Yet 소설 & 이야기

This wasn't over. Not by a long shot. ***********************************

For the first time in weeks, I dared to imagine perhaps, just perhaps—that our story wasn't ending in tragedy after all. It was just starting over.

And this was how our story love story ended… for now. ***** [END OF STORY] *****

But maybe what I live is a destiny / karma that I have to accept. There's no need to blame them, it's just the circumstances of my childhood and destiny that I never got true love either from my family or those who are special to me. Egi, he always takes his work time, to accompany me shopping, one by one my merchandise is loaded into his car, mom's child has changed a lot, his prestige is gone, he will do anything to help me and Queeniera without shame anymore. It's almost 1 year since our 4-sided story, so maybe this is the right time for me to end it all. April 2016, That woman called me back

I wished I could reach back and tell her— You’re not an extra. You’re not an offering. You’re not a sentence someone else handed you. You’re a story. You get to write. “And this time, you won’t be alone.” “I’ll keep writing it,” I said aloud, surprising myself. “What?” Ronan asked. “My story,” I said. “Ours. The pack’s. It doesn’t… end because the big bad is gone. It just… changes genre.” I smiled. “From tragedy to… messy, ongoing slice‑of‑life.”

Not yet. This wasn't over. Not by a long shot.

Stories did not end the way we thought they would. They did not stop at the final page. They did not close with a single moment. Because sometimes— The real story— Was everything that came after. And ours was only just beginning.

The world wasn’t healed. But it was still breathing. And that meant the story wasn’t over.

appears at the very bottom of the void. NOTE 1,000,000: THE STORY OF THE OUTCAST IS OVER. THE STORY OF THE DAUGHTER IS... [LOADING].

Even if he buried it deeper than this. Even if every step took me further into something he never wanted me to see. I pulled out of the driveway with one thought anchoring itself in my mind: This story wasn’t over. It was only beginning.