The End By The Doors Novels & Stories

The door clicked shut behind them. *The End.* ---

all over again. The End.

I started to explain myself when Aidan looked at me scornfully. “Liora, don’t think you can do this to get my attention. “I hate fake women the most. You’re really crossing the line this time.” He put on a coat and slammed the door behind him. Over the ten years that we were together, Aidan would always slam the door whenever we fought. I would always follow behind him and beg for his forgiveness. But I was exhausted. Aidan kept checking his phone, but I did not send him any text messages. The next morning, I made breakfast for two as usual.

, I drew a heavy cross. Twelve days left.

Bobby was still talking when I slyly opened the door and suddenly it felt like a wormhole into nothingness trying to suck in both of us, I didn't know what was on the other side but I knew it wasn't something good so I held on firmly to the door of the cabin as it swung to and fro. Bobby on the other hand held unto a table, I could tell the table was going to give in any moment since it kept moving momentarily towards the void of darkness. I tried grabbing onto Bobby's collar to pull him in but my hand couldn't reach him. Like a breeze, I saw someone reaching out to Bobby and pulling him into a safe spot, he staggered towards me also, grabbing my two arms and pulling me unto himself. We both

Afraid for Brett. Afraid for herself. “Please don't leave,” Dylan told her. His voice made her turn and look at him. His dark eyes were so sad. “Please. I love you.” Her fingers fumbled on the door handle. She didn't open it. Her heart was bursting. Joy, fear, sadness, relief, and love were all exploding out of her chest, and she wasn't sure what she was going to do with all of them. “I love you, Bonnie,” he repeated. His eyes were dark pools that drew her in. “Please don't leave.”

Next, some liquid splashed down, and her bones shattered, then slowly dissolved into a puddle of water. The water evaporated under intense heat, leaving behind nothing but an empty and spotless surface. The video stopped. On the darkened screen, Jason saw his own bloodshot eyes staring back. “She... really left me with nothing...” His voice was a broken mix of laughter and tears. He sounded deranged, as though he had lost his mind. Eric, who was standing nearby, could not bear it anymore and stepped forward. “Mr. Fender...” The man with glasses spoke softly. “Our deepest condolences.”

"Dad, let's go. I want to see Ms. Jennings. Let's go, Dad! Come on, Dad…" With the two pleading so plaintively, Gabriel began to waver. After a moment, he bent over and put a finger to his lips in a "shh" gesture. "We'll go quietly. Don't wake your mom." On the other side of the door, Andrea's eyes were wide open. Tears streamed silently down her face and then her pillow, but she neither wiped them nor made a sound. She silently listened as their footsteps were heard further and further away.

My heart had turned to stone, yet the shimmer in my eyes was not for him—it was for the cruel fate I could not escape. "You still have plenty of chances to have children," I said, my voice steady. "But I… I will never be able to conceive again." Lucas stood frozen, my words sinking in, each one cutting deeper than the last. "Listen carefully, Lucas." I met his gaze. "Unless the dead can return to life, I will never—never—have anything to do with you again." With that, I shoved him aside and slammed the door. No matter how desperately he shouted my name outside, I refused to let him in.

I don't need to. Everything I need is right beside me. ***The End***