The Begging After The End Novels & Stories

Dante stared at the papers. His hand trembled when he took the pen. I watched him sign. A signature was such a small thing. Years ago, I had wanted one from him on a marriage certificate. Now I wanted it only on documents that removed him from my life. When he finished, he looked up at me. “If I say I’m sorry now, does it still matter?” I met his eyes calmly. “I forgive you, if that is what you need.” For one brief second, hope returned to his face.

Mr. Evans let out a sigh. "That's right. People are never satisfied. Once they get used to someone else's sacrifices, they start taking them for granted. "It's only after they lose something that they realize how precious it was. Too bad they don't understand that until it's too late." After chatting with Mr. Evans for a little while longer, I headed back to my apartment with my suitcase. … Life continued moving forward at its own steady pace. The tensions in the apartment complex didn't ease just because I'd come back. Packages kept getting mixed up, deliveries regularly went missing, neighbors insisted that Carmen be responsible for holding everyone else's parcels, and no one wanted to hel

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Because of my fragile health, my best friend, Eva, kept me on a tight leash growing up. She always told me, "Leah, you can't take risks." So for every date David and I planned, she had to test it out for me first. When the new roller coaster opened at the amusement park and she said it was too intense for my heart, David took her instead. After I booked a bed-and-breakfast by the ocean, Eva said the night breeze was too strong for me. So David spent the night there with her. I made reservations at a romantic couple's restaurant, only for her to say the menu might trigger an allergic reaction. That was why David took her to try it first. Every time they came back, Eva would look me in t

And as we moved under the fading sun, surrounded by laughter and light, I realized something — after all the storms, all the fights, and all the near-endings… we finally got our beginning. Together. Forever. The End

It wasn’t malice. It was a natural, terrible consequence. The new laws of reality—Jailbreak, Scar, the Song—they empowered aspects of existence that were always there, just… quieter. And End… End drank them in. Fed on them. And it began to dream. Not of sleep. Of finality. Of conclusion. And its dreams… they leak.

For a long time after that, no more words were spoken. None were needed. END OF PART TWO

A thing with a location was a thing you could bear to wait for. He finished the book. He closed it. He sat with the quality of having finished something, which was not the same as the quality of having ended something. Finishing was completed. The ending was a loss. The therapy would be an ending, and he would hold it as an ending, with all the weight that endings deserved. But the after—the after was not an ending. The after was a different kind of thing.

" Who says I am?......Do you honestly think I would believe two strangers over my own family. You must be crazier then I thought." " Just like you believed your so called family, when they kept those letters from you right?" " How do you know about that?" " Oh I know a whole lot more then you think." Beverley says. "And you know what, I don't care if you believe me or not because at the end of it all. You will be a distant memory." " What does that mean?" " It means we intend to finally end this chapter, once and for all. Your chapter. " Kyle says.

I can’t give up! “No! No! Please, Lane!” I begged. I gave him my last breath, and I’m starting to doze off. I can’t feel my body anymore, and I have failed. I slowly dropped on the ground, my eyelids getting heavy by every second. And before my body gave up, I heard a cough, a gasp for air, and I felt him finally move.