Te Espero En El Fin Del Mundo นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The Disaster of the Otherworld could wait. The End

"So, let's just enjoy this moment, let's just enjoy our every moment together until our last." Then the world resumes. THE END

help! I guess this is the end for me.

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?

I'm done being a witness, now I would chase you even if you run until the end of parallel world. ---

And despite the distance, I hear his words, as if the wind carries those words for me to hear. "I know, and I am waiting. I'll wait for you at the end of the world, Rosella. I love you." And he was gone with the wind again, but the warmth of his affection in my heart never leaves. Soon, we are going to be together again. Soon, my one in a million. _ T H E E N D _

Wherever Assi goes he will follow him! END OF INTO YOUR WORLD 1 NEXT IS INTO YOUR WORLD 2

So I let my head roll back against the seat, the vibrations of the moving car lulling me into a strange state of acceptance. It didn’t matter anymore. Whether I was being rescued or simply taken somewhere else to die. It didn’t change the fact that I had lost everything. I let out a weak, bitter laugh. This was karma, wasn’t it? I should have never gotten involved in this world. I Should have never believed in redemption. My lips parted, and in a whisper barely audible even to myself, I muttered my final words. “Bye-bye, world.” Then, in a softer tone I said;

I have Arturo with me and that's all I could ever ask for. The End

Cruel, cruel fate in a cruel, cruel world. I look up at the sky, seeing only darkness, not even a single star to wish upon for one last miracle, and a couple of tears slip from my eyes, sliding down my cheeks. The cold, unnatural lights from the city are winning, and the night sky is nothing but a dark canvas with gloomy clouds. They say hope is the last to die. Well, I'm pretty sure it is breathing its last breaths now. I'm all alone, and no one is coming to save me.