Necessary Endings Novels & Stories

I can hear his heavy breathing of Amir. “Don’t you dare paraphrase it, Amir? I’m serious.” “I found our mom Asmara…” from there, times froze. Sometimes to move on with our past we cannot deny that forgetting is one of the compensatory mechanisms we use to get over the excruciating pain that drowned us. Maybe that was the best thing that Amir and I utilized to save ourselves I thought that the more I think about how painful it is the more I let myself get drowned even more. But I was wrong I was denying all these years that I no long for her. She left at the most inconvenient time for no said reason not even she bid a short goodbye. Amir and I made it through on our own. We survived life on o

“The Final Weaver. You, Jessica, are the nexus’s heart, but the loom’s cycle ends here.” Kade’s growl was wary, his claws extended. “Ends? You’re not tearing this down. We’ve fought too hard for it.” Caleth’s gaze was unyielding, yet not unkind. “Tear down? I weave completion. The nexus is balance, but balance cannot hold forever. Your hollowness, Jessica, is the loom’s scar—proof the cycle must close. Join me, and we’ll weave an end that preserves your hope.”

The picture I had shown her was a screenshot of she and Connor's conversation from 2018 that I had gotten from Kendra's blackmail file. Connor: Thank you for everything Kendra. Connor: I don't know what I would've done without you. Kendra: As long as you stick to the story, you'd be fine. Kendra: With the dosage we gave her, she isn't supposed to have any memory of what happened by tomorrow. Kendra: Make up an excuse to fire her and lose all contact. Kendra: And if she eventually does remember anything, deny it. Connor: I appreciate you. I'm sorry I was so dumb. I will never forget what you've done for me.

“Great. Exactly what I didn’t need.” Aaron smirked. “You kind of glow like a divine torch, you know.” I shot him a look. “You’re not helping.” “I wasn’t trying to.” He smiled faintly before his tone softened. “You okay, Kora? You haven’t really stopped since… well, since the end.” “I don’t think I can stop,” I admitted quietly. “There’s something still moving. Something unfinished.” Aaron studied me for a long moment, then nodded. “Then let’s make sure it doesn’t finish you first.”

The one we don't survive. The one that ends everything.

It is not anger. It is grief already beginning. I walk slowly toward the table and stop beside her chair. The three cards sit between us. Death. The Hanged Man. The World. Transformation. Suspension. Completion. The system finishing what it began. “You asked why I built the Weave,” I say. Nora nods faintly. “Yes.” I look down at the Death card. The rider moves steadily through the image, indifferent to the figures that kneel or collapse before him. Endings are rarely gentle. But they are necessary.

Something twisted deep inside me. The person lying there was no longer me. A short while later, the woman on the bed slowly opened her eyes. She turned her gaze toward me and forced an awkward smile. "Host," she said softly. "Long time no see." Sadness flickered through me. In this world, she alone could still perceive my existence. "NODE, I lost," I said. The woman on the bed sighed. "The settlement had already been completed. Your mission is still considered finished." NODE, the Neural Outcome Determination Engine, paused before she continued in a calm, precise tone, "I intervened this time. If you fail to exit this world at the next node and another non-natural death occurs, no one will b

At last, everything is over. The End

The seventh node on the edge of completion. Waiting. Cliffhanger.

I could very well lose my child and the love of my life forever. The End =============================================================== Thanks for reading!