Romans & histoires One Last Stop

The promises we made in the moonlit forest, in the end, were no match for the passage of time and the distance formed between our hearts. Leon's death was the final price he paid for his mistakes, while Lucas' choice to stay at the border to atone marked a heavy, final chapter to this twisted story. I leaned against Kane's shoulder, feeling his warmth. Sean chattered away beside me, telling funny stories that happened at the army camp. Sunlight streamed through the window, warming us and making everything feel peaceful and perfect. My old wounds were like faded scars. They existed, but they no longer hurt. The road ahead was still long, but I knew that as long as I had Kane and Sean by my si

"I'll get dinner ready. You two go have fun." For a second, Samson actually looked guilty. Then, as if he suddenly remembered, he said, "I'll take you to buy a new watch on my next day off, Jessica." Three hours before my flight, I finished cooking a big dinner, drew the last sunflower on the marriage application, and placed it neatly where I usually sit. Mr. Hall drove me to the airport himself. Right before boarding, he gave me that familiar stern look. "Jessica, do your best out there. Don't make our unit look bad."

Perfect. Finally. **THE END**

, and he exuded such energy that it was hard to absorb. I didn't even realize how much time had actually passed when he spoke about another pause: “So... now from a slightly different barrel. We decided on one cover today at the last minute, so I really hope you enjoy it. It's the last song of the night. Surely you all like Limp Bizkit?" The crowd cheered. And I suspected betrayal.

Always us. THE END

"If I don't; you can arrest me, officer" THE END

The voice inside me whispered one last time, “This isn’t over…”

"Melissa, are you asleep? Don't wait up. I've got stuff to handle, and I won't make it home tonight. "Just use one of those forgiveness cards, okay? I'll bring you some pastries tomorrow. I have to go, bye." He hung up before I could even respond, leaving me with a dial tone. I set the phone down, a bit too hard, and knocked over a cup. Our engagement cup, the one we made together, shattered into two. Maybe it was a sign that our relationship was broken beyond repair. I opened the messenger and clicked on Walter's picture. [Didn't get to say this earlier, but I'm out of forgiveness cards.]

Time to end this one way or another. ***