Peace At Last Book Novels & Stories

I had known this for a long time. My eyelids felt so heavy. I was ready to go. I was so tired. Selena was crying loudly, but I couldn't comfort her anymore. On April 20th, I closed my eyes for the last time and slipped away.

I sat on the couch, the proposal video Walter made playing in the background, the pastries I had bought beside me. The pastries I once savored then left a bland taste in my mouth. Perhaps my tastes changed. It was not just the pastries I had lost my taste for. Walter had gone radio silent. I tossed my phone on the coffee table and started to pack up my stuff. It was already midnight. I was about to officially run out of patience, ready to use up the last of my so-called 'forgiveness cards.' Just then, my phone buzzed—it was Walter. "Melissa, are you asleep? Don't wait up. I've got stuff to handle, and I won't make it home tonight.

My hand was shaking because I was afraid to do the thing I had never done before. The dark and narrow surroundings were full of guns pointed at around me. "Let me go, Lever because for what you have done, there is nothing left in Winchester, if you kill me, they will kill you either," President Hernandez told me. They didn't really know that my father's Rifle was still alive, they still believe that I'm the last Winchester. "If I'm going to die too? Why don't I take you with me?" I whispered to Jacob Hernandez. "Lever, release President Hernandez," Secretary Luke ordered me.

Smiling, I turned off the screen, then I tossed the phone into the ocean. The sunlight felt wonderful. I'd already received what was rightfully mine. I could finally throw away the very last remnant of my old life.

She choked out her words, "Don't be silly, sweetie. You're the one who made me feel like a mother again." My eyes grew heavy, and the world drifted away. The life in me was slowly going out, but I had never felt such deep peace. At least someone truly cared for me in the end. Rosa muttered, "Thank you, sweetie. You bring back memories of my daughter." I wished I could reply, but I didn't have the strength to speak. My body just kept getting lighter and lighter, like whatever was left of me was slipping out of this worn-out shell.

To breathe without listening for danger. I choose to believe that peace does not need justification. Because the truth is— Nothing dramatic marked the end. No final battle where everything broke and rebuilt itself in a blaze of clarity. No single moment where the world shifted and announced, This is it. There was no last spell spoken in defiance. No great sacrifice demanded at the edge of loss. No victory declared in thunder or fire. The ending arrived quietly. It came disguised as routine. As repetition. As days that felt unremarkable until they stacked together and became a life.

Brenda could barely breathe through her sobs during the prayers, and she kneeled before the gravestone, apologizing profusely. Just then, I shot the person conducting the prayers a look. It was time for us to put on a good show. As planned, the person shuddered. He acted like he sensed something supernatural and said that Timmy had one final wish. Brenda believed him and nodded vigorously, promising to fulfill it, no matter what it was. The person said, "'I want to cut ties with you for good. I don't want to have anything to do with you anymore! I don't want to see you, and I hate you, Mom!'"

The first wish was that my son and I could live happily in another world. The second wish was so Lily could forget all of this and start a new life with her father. After making my wishes, I fell into a coma. When I woke up again, I realized I was in a warm room. My son was sitting on the floor as he held a toy and read a book. After hearing me stirring, he turned his head, his face full of innocent smiles. "Mommy, you're awake." (The End)

And for the first time in a long time… their hearts were quiet. At last, peace had returned. And with it — a brand new beginning. THE END

Even as the chain anchored him in place. Even as it burned. He spoke in a hushed tone, his voice steady and calm, a stark contrast to the chaos that was unfolding all around us, "Stay with me." I wanted to laugh. Or scream. Or tear something apart. I grabbed his arm tightly, trying to tune out the warmth of his blood, which seemed to be beckoning me once more. “Let go,” I said. “No.” The earth shook again, and another blast ripped through the ground, sending dirt and bones flying everywhere.