The Beginning After The End Novels & Stories

Just purpose. **The End.**

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.

For a brief moment, I could almost see the younger Suzanna smiling at me again, clean and bright like the rising sun. Then the loud cry of a newborn rang through the room, followed by tears and joyful laughter, and the fading image disappeared. I lowered my head and looked at my gentle wife and my beautiful son. Slowly, a relieved smile appeared on my face. At last, it was time for me to let go.

It felt like the beginning. End

This wasn’t the end. It was the beginning of the reckoning.

And I realize this wasn’t the end. It was the beginning.

Toward the end of everything that had tried to tear us apart. And toward the beginning of whatever came after.

“This ends now.” ***

I turned. What happened? He pointed upward. The End has awakened. I stared at the cracks. The Beginning said the universe would continue. Kael shook his head. That doesn't mean it will survive. Cassian stepped forward. Explain. Kael looked at all of us. The Beginning and the End are opposites. The Beginning creates possibilities. The End removes them. Then why was the End asleep? Because there was nothing for it to end. I looked at my daughter. Until she was created.

I love you, honey. ''Love you too,'' I say, and I hear the sound of the phone call ends. After I drank almost the entire bar last night, Aiden drove me home. I can't stop thinking about him. How did all this happen in the first place? I do not even believe myself for how I'm feeling. How can he possibly be my boss? I never left Aiden's side after the last time I saw him in the toilet. He seemed like the safest person to spend the night with. We talked all night and I learned more about him. After all, beneath this bad boy exterior lurks a pleasant and amusing person. I began to like him, and it appeared that we had a lot in common. Since the first time I laid eyes on him, I knew that he was