Only I Know That The World Will End の小説・ストーリー

“I know exactly what it will do.” The world shattered. And her final words echoed through the collapsing system— The ultimate cliffhanger. “It erases you first.”

I know we will grow old together. THE END

Of course it doesn’t. She knows this date. Not because something happens today. Because nothing does. Because this is before the news breaks wrong, before the first reports get dismissed as isolated incidents, before the anchor smiles like his face is being held together by contract rather than comprehension. Eighteen months. Eighteen months before the world ends. Bang on target with those highlights.

Sikandar turned away, not wanting others to see him breaking down, “But it doesn’t matter. The world will end once that comet hits us.” Javed, Asif and Suleiman looked at each other, unsure how to get Sikandar out of his slump.

We are home. THE END

“Are you ready?” No. “I don’t suppose I can get any readier than I already am.” “No, you can’t. It will be over soon, Lyric. In the next forty-eight hours only one of two things can happen, we either save the world or we wreck what’s left of it… either way, it will be over.”

It was not the end of the world. I will live. Now, it’s time to move on.

It’s quiet because there are almost no people here by the sea. Right? If the world was ending You’d come over, right? Right? “Wait, what’s that?” Our other companion asked, so I looked at them and widened my eyes, but they just grinned even more and raised their hands. “We’re in, so we can move on from the player.” The sky’d be falling and I’d hold you tight And there wouldn’t be a reason why We would even have to say goodbye If the world was ending You’d come over, right?

This was the end for me. And then— BOOM! The world went dark.

"I'm impressed." "I want all of you, forever, you and me, everyday." He said, his voice blending with the cold quiet night. "The Notebook." I smiled and nodded. "God, I love that book." "As do I." He smiled back at me. "Okay, um," I pondered. "True love stories never have endings." He thought for a while, "I don't think I know that one." "Richard Bach." I informed him. "Smart guy." He smirked. "Couldn't agree more with him."