Necessary Endings Novels & Stories

Leonard ordered. With a heavy heart, Valle closed his eyes and initiated the connection. Alexa’s face appeared in his mind, her bright smile and warm eyes filling him with both comfort and pain. She looked at him with hope and love, completely unaware of the heartbreak he was about to inflict. "Alexa," Valle said through the mindlink, his voice hollow. "It’s over. I don’t want to be with you anymore. I’m leaving, and I’m not coming back. Don’t try to find me."

You gave my life so much more meaning than it had before; grateful is what I am to you. I will never love anyone the way I love you and I want you to never forget that. What I don't want is for you to wait for me. I want you to try the best you can to forget about me and move on. There's so much more happiness in the world waiting for you and I need you to do all you can to get it. You'll be fine, I promise. I never thought a day like this would come and you sure as hell don't deserve it. But I'm sorry Dean, this is how we end. ~Chip. _________

“So what do you think?” I opened my eyes. The city was gone, but that hushed voice remained in the back of my mind, lurking from the shadows. Bobby nodded. “It’s got a weird timing to it, but that’s not a bad thing.” “I think the bass will drive the song,” Hank said. “What about you, Aidan?” “I dig it,” I said. “What’re you calling it?” Johnny smiled. “This one’s called ‘The Final Reconciliation.’ I think the whole album will be called that.”

I closed the book and kept it on the nightstand. My eyes felt heavy and I closed them Heavy..... So heavy..... It was like I was carrying a stone. And I was running.... Run! But I couldn't because of the heavy rock. But I had to run... And then I was falling. Falling into an endless pit of nothingness.... Falling and falling... "Wake up!" a voice commanded. Obey... A voice whispered in my ear delicately. "Wake up!" Something cold. It was cold, so cold.

And now, I was done believing him. The silence stretched on, and the man on the phone asked again. I steadied myself and answered calmly. "Yes. I accept." We exchanged a few more words, settled on a start date, and I hung up. Then I hailed a cab and went home. I pushed open the front door and went straight upstairs to pack. I was moving out. If I was going to end things, there was no point dragging it out. Packing did not take long. Looking down at the worn-out clothes and pants so faded they had turned white, it hit me just how lean these years had really been.

He wanted to be near her to hold her hand and give her strength. To just say. 'Jewel, wake up baby. I need you. You're my only source of breath, my heartbeat, my life please wake up. I swear I would never tease you or annoy you, nor would I spank you. I'll be sweet and gentle forever. Just open these beautiful ocean eyes, baby I want to drown in them for eternity. Eleanor this Leon is nothing without you baby. Wake up my love and prevent me from burning this whole world down into ashes. Open your eyes for your Leon because without you he's nothing but fading ashes. We promised a forever Jewel. You cannot leave in the middle. Our story is just starting. I don't want the rest of the pages blan

Yet, the only contrast which generates malignant rust annihilating the parallelism of the two-time elements is the love and lavished effort granted to infants than the old people. The old are neglected, while the infant is pampered. Where in fact both are still humans who were just born to conception and the other has reached putrid death; who cannot stand on their own; who had degenerated to Abraham Maslow's third down to the ground level in the pyramid of his Hierarchy of Needs. Slowly she closed her eyes and eventually glued now her eyelids to deep sleep. The room was shortly lighted. There was a man in a corporate suit standing in front of a very familiar desk. The desk was well varnishe

Jordan is home and there is no one on earth who can love me like this girl. Jaycee & Reed's Story up next END OF PART TWO

"Are you okay? Do you want me to call 911?" The sharp, iron-like scent of blood filled the air. As Julia looked at him, tears rolled down her cheeks. "It hurts so much. I want you to comfort me." Lawrence sighed. "The first aid kit is in the second drawer of the cabinet. You should go get it." "Why?" Julia sobbed. "Why are you doing this to me, Lawrence?" "Wake up, Julia! I don't love you anymore!" "I don't believe you," she cried. They'd been together for seven years. How could he just stop loving her?

“Marcus becomes eternal Keeper, Mabel reclaims it permanently, or death fractures irreversibly. Ten seconds.” My son is standing ready to sacrifice himself. My family is watching to see what I decide. And I’m trapped between letting my child imprison himself or imprisoning myself. “There has to be a third option,” I insist desperately. “There isn’t,” the Witness of Endings states flatly. “Death needs an eternal Keeper. Marcus volunteers, you reclaim it, or fracturing continues. Those are only outcomes. Five seconds.” Alistair is beside me with grief in his collective voice.