Stay This Way From Ashes To New Novels & Stories

Let's hope they stay on their current path. Are you ready for Ashrac all grown up? END OF PART FOUR

As Kaylar concluded her speech, the room fell silent once more, and with that, Kaylar stepped back from the podium, concluding her elegy. Wayne's grandparents stood, their frail bodies steady. They approached the urn, their hands shaking, and reverently scooped a handful of ashes. Tears streamed down their weathered faces as they gently released the ashes over the earth, symbolising Wayne's return to the elements from which he had come.

Broken no more. Burning forever. Together. Always.

She got up and gave me a hug. "It's all over. Live for yourself from now on." It was something so simple, even an outsider understood. And yet, it had taken me six whole years to finally wake up. Fortunately, it still wasn't too late.

Endure everything. TO BE CONTINUED

Ruby flung her phone across the room in a rage. Suddenly, Jack burst through the door, barely able to hide his excitement. "Honey, we've got a way out! Grand Globe Group, the company we've been trying to reach, just sent me a message. They're interested in our project and want to talk about a follow-on investment. With that money, we can hire a top-tier team out of Digital Valley. Once that happens, those old men won't have anything left to say, and the project can keep moving!" -

But as I stood there, my mate's hand in mine, the silver light of the moon and the golden remnants of the network pulsing in my soul, I felt it. Not victory. Not an ending. A beginning. We were standing in the ashes. And from ashes, new things grow.

Ash’s POV The roar of the clubhouse hit me before I even turned off my engine. Laughter, shouts and the sound of bottles clinking rent the air and for a moment, I wonder how they could easily fall back into their normal lives less than twelve hours after an attack. It was chaos the way I remembered it, but somehow louder and more… non challant. Inside, the air was thick with smoke and sweat. A few brothers cheered when they saw me, others nodded, their eyes sharp, reading me like they weren’t sure what version of Ash had come back.

And I tell myself that, even if he may never look at me the way I hope, I will continue. Because love is also this: Staying when everything burns, and waiting for the ashes to become light again.

To try to exist again. I breathe. I finally breathe. ---