The Beginningafter The End Novels & Stories

Some endings didn't require words. Only presence. Only love. Only hope. And somewhere beyond grief... Beyond vengeance... Beyond the shadows of Genesis... A new story quietly began. Not one about survival. Not one about revenge. But one about healing. About family. About choosing love over fear. Again. And again. And always. The End.

Not because I’m forcing them. Because something is reacting to them. To the idea of them. To what they represent. Connection. Continuation. “Define beginning,” it says. The question catches me off guard. Because it’s not a rejection. It’s a request. “A beginning is…” I hesitate. Because how do you explain something so simple— In a place where it’s never existed? “It’s when something starts,” I say. “Start implies prior absence.” “Yes.” “Absence is termination.” “No,” I counter. “Absence is just… before.”

⸻ Not final. ⸻ Not complete. ⸻ But real. ⸻ Back in the control room— no one spoke. ⸻ Because they understood. ⸻ This wasn’t the end. ⸻ This was the beginning— ⸻ of something entirely new.

"I wanted to say it differently than I have been saying it." "Tell me how it is different," he says. "Before it was the love at the end of something," I say. "The end of the affair, the discovery, the divorce, and the legal proceedings. The love that stood on the other side of everything." I pause. "This is the love at the beginning of something. The wedding and the second studio and the class action and the forty-three letters and whatever box seven says." I pause again. "The love that is here for what comes next. Not just what came before."

"The end of everything. The first breath is the beginning of the end. It is the breath that was taken before the first spark. It is the breath that will be taken after the last spark fades." I stared at the Source, my mind reeling. "The first breath is the end?" "Yes. The first breath is the beginning and the end. It is the alpha and the omega. It is the moment before creation and the moment after destruction." "How do I stop it?" "You cannot stop it. You can only choose what happens next." I returned to Kael, my heart heavy with the truth. "The first breath is the beginning of the end. It is the breath that was taken before the first spark. It is the breath that will be taken after the last

The word after had a different quality now. Before the resolution, after had been a theoretical territory, the place the present was moving toward but had not yet reached. A horizon that the work was oriented toward without being visible from where the work was happening. After the filing. After the acknowledgment. After the statement. After the resolution. Now it was simply where I was. Standing in the after without the before pressing against me from behind, the specific quality of having arrived somewhere rather than moving toward it.

I don't expect a happily ever after, there will always be a lot of Afters to our imperfect love but I pray for the strength to keep getting through it. Remembering the Nova that told me to fuck off back in highschool, she happens to still be the same but more matured and I have learnt to love that crazy part of her. I wish all of you lovers out there a Maybe Ever After! The Nordan Story AFTER! by PLEASYMATT ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ The End. Please don't skip the next chapter, it's worth it, I assure you.

This was the end, yet the beginning. *** ~THE END~ (Woah woah, keep calm! Swipe or scroll to the next page👉🏾 Announcement for you!)

Maybe, I could sell my house and travel to Hawaii–definitely a big no. My body was weak and I couldn't explain just how bitter I felt inside of me. Why didn't I just end the relationship if I wasn't happy with it? Well, you guessed right. He was a silver tongued devil! That was why trying to end it was like squeezing water out of a rock.

But one thing is for sure. ​ "This is not yet the end. This is just the start of the next chapter of our lives..." *****************************************************************