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Neither of them was in a hurry. THE END

The End raised one hand. A portal opened. I saw a world filled with beautiful cities. People were smiling. Children were playing. Nobody was sick. Nobody was hungry. Nobody was dying. It looked perfect. Then I noticed something. Nobody was growing older. Nobody changed. Nobody could leave. Everyone was trapped inside the same day. Forever. My daughter looked horrified. They can't die. No. The End answered. They can't live either. I closed the portal. What do you want us to do? The End looked at my daughter.

We are home. THE END

Not an ending. A horizon.

“Then it’s where we will be for the time being.” The End Knowing many of you're not familiar with this, there will be more after this. This is not the end, but the end!

"If you love her, don't be so blind. Don't put your ego so high. I'll tell you, be honest and be considerate. I know she loves you. You just have to push." "No we can't, either you." Jasper murmur. "What?" "We are at the almost end of the story and after it, we'll go back to our world. We are just temporary here." "What do you mean? H-- How? I mean--- How do you know?" " Because the book was once with me, I read it but not the ending. When you already know my identity, it faded like a thin ash. The truth is, I wasn't part of the story, I was just ought to be here on this world. I haven't given a right to know you. But since I can't stop it, I told you the truth about me. The author is going

You're the one with the dirty mind, reading too much into it. The bystanders who had gathered were whispering to each other now. A few had their phones out, recording. Even now, he was sticking to his story, insisting that there was nothing between him and Anya. It would have been funny if it were not so pathetic. "Then how do you explain the portrait of you and Anya hanging on the wall of the apartment? Or are you going to tell me that was just a senior looking out for his junior?" A murmur of disbelief rippled through the crowd.

The ancient despair washed across creation like a relentless, suffocating tide, drowning the instinct to survive. Aurora staggered, her silver aura flickering like a dying candle. The Architect dropped heavily to one knee, her complex mathematical frameworks shattering into static. Elias struggled to draw breath, and even the luminous heart of the Source trembled. Nihilus wasn't launching an assault. He wasn't wielding cosmic fire or shattering dimensions with raw force. His mere existence was enough to unravel the tapestry of life. He was the First Ending—the ultimate belief that nothing mattered, the absolute certainty that every single story should end before it even had a chance to begin

After Halle Anderson cheated on me and came back to me, I gave her three chances to cut ties with her lover. She grabbed the opportunity and spent those times with him. They had dinners together, did crafts, and she even spent whole nights with him. After that, she threw everything that was related to her lover away and held my hand again. “Believe me, I’ll never betray you again.” One day, I got into a car accident with an energetic young man. He angrily gave someone a call, and I heard my wife’s best friend’s voice coming through. “Halle, I’m telling you to not go. You’ve used up all three chances. Grant will definitely divorce you if you do so.” Immediately after, I heard Hall

Perfect. Finally. **THE END**