Necessary Endings Novels & Stories

Piece by piece. Thread by thread. “You said termination is part of balance,” I say. “Yes.” “Then what balances termination?” The question hangs. Heavy. Sharp. For the first time— The figure doesn’t answer immediately. Because there isn’t one. Because termination is the end. There’s nothing after it. Nothing to balance it. And that— That’s the flaw. “You have no counterpoint,” I continue. “No recovery. No continuation. Just an ending.” “Ending is sufficient.” “No,” I say, more firmly now. “It’s incomplete.”

“The association ends with the neural activity that sustained it. The object remains. A shell.” He was articulating a terrible, philosophical grief. The things weren’t her. Keeping them was an illusion. Letting them go was an erasure. “So what’s the protocol?” I asked quietly. “There is a gap in the protocol.” He finally looked at me. In the grey morning light filtering through the lace curtains, his eyes were stark. “My filter is… returning a null value.” System failure. The spreadsheet couldn’t solve this. He couldn’t solve this. “Then we don’t use the protocol,” I said. “We just decide. One item at a time. You and me. And Emily, when she can.”

I look at the room. At Marcus.At his mother. At everything we built, broke, protected, and refused to surrender. The structure still exists.The damage still exists. None of it disappeared.But the center changed. And sometimes that is enough.”It’s over,” I say quietly. Not clean.Not complete.Not in the way stories pretend endings happen.But final in the only way that matters. Because the child is here.Because Lydia is standing beside me.Because the part that could not continue finally stopped.And for now, that is enough.

She thought about the specific quality of the word unprecedented and decided it was not large enough. Outside the east wing window the dawn was establishing itself against the last of the night, and the bond between them was the warmest it had ever been on a full moon morning, and the cursor of what was getting better was further forward than it had ever been, and she held him in the growing light and thought: it is ending. Not today, not this month, but it is ending, and the thing that is ending it is in the nursery and is three months old and carries both sides of a balance that was broken before either of them was born, and is already, in their sleep, making the world more correct.

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I grab the twins and just hug them to me as mama takes a deep breath and turns to look at us. “ Lyric babygirl” she says making me look at her “ you need to remember everything we’ve taught you. I’m so sorry to put this all on you but I must avenge your father and I can’t let these people live, nobody knows you three exist and it needs to stay that way” she starts pulling off her ring and locket as well before she puts both rings on one chain and put them both around my neck. “I want you to open a portal right now to the safe house, take your siblings once I finish here I will come to y’all” she says

He extended his hand for her to take and she did. Aron lead her outside towards the aisle. "Is it normal to be this much nervous..." Eira asked nervously, her heart was hammering in her chest. "I don't know... I haven't marked yet..." Aaron replied. "You don't have a mate?... How old are you..." She asked amused. "135 years old... And why are you shocked, it's common. It takes time to find your mate. Xavion got you at the age of 150 years..."

'' I got up from the chair and started to look for the exit of this fucking looking labyrinth mansion. ''Do you want me to show you where the exit is?'' Aaron says with a sarcastic voice. I turn and glare at him, tears still running down my cheeks. As soon as Aaron saw my face, regret formed on his face. I got out of the kitchen, and I could hear Aiden calling my name. I didn't care. I just wanted to get out of this house, but suddenly I felt dizzy and everything was spinning. And after a second, everything went black.

Every picture Kai had sent flashed through my mind. Sebastian holding Kai. Kai touching him. Kai getting everything I had thrown away. A tear slipped down my cheek. I couldn't stop imagining them together. My stomach twisted. "No..." I shook my head hard. "No... stop..." But my mind wouldn't listen. The voices got louder. 'He's gone.' 'You lost him.' 'This is your fault.' I dug my fingers into my hair. "I said stop!" I sucked in another breath, but it wasn't enough. My chest felt like someone had wrapped steel around it and kept tightening. My heart slammed against my ribs so violently it hurt.

All of them said “no.” When he was young, everytime his parents were away, his neck was long like a stork’s neck, waiting for his parents but he received nothing except for the coldness and indifference of his parents. There was no hug, caress, or comfort, only all of the questions, making him feel like he was redundant, unwanted, useless, and no benefit.