The End Poem Novels & Stories

She asked I suddenly remembered the small poem in the book I have shared with Lea "Think of me, our time might come to an end. In a blink, you might be blind to see me." "I am on the brink of the cliff, can you catch me? I am shrinking, will you see me?" "In a wink, there's only one eye. In a heart, there's only one side" I haven't given attention to it but, it did affect me. Little did I know, it was the end

“Mom and Dad are just behind us. Let’s go meet them together.” I nodded, gripping the stone ring in my hand. Thank goodness I still had them behind me. The End.

I looked at Jaira, “You can have them, if you want.” I received so many gifts and love letters in our university, but I ignored and rejected all of it. I don’t want to accept anything to those men. So Jaira was the one who benefits from those gifts. Our ordered arrived and we started eating. She talks about many things, and I just listened to her. Until we finished eating, I thought we will about to leave. It’s already seven in the evening. “Hey, hey! Since we’re already here, why don’t we take a look on the bar upstairs? I am just curious what the bar looks like.”

The fire went out with a final, salty gasp. In the dark, there was only the sound of our breathing. And the endless, uncaring sea. THE END.

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And for the first time in our long, complicated, beautiful story… There were no questions left. Only one answer. Us. At last. Forever. The End

There are no thoughts of the future, no heavy memories: only the feeling of belonging, that deep certainty that we are more than three bodies, more than three wills. The last kiss is shared, soft and lingering, and there’s nothing else to say. Outside, the day keeps growing, but here, time has stopped, and I know that even if this is the last page, our story goes on—still as alive and burning as the first day, as calm and sure as this last sunrise. The End

Closer. The silver ocean darkened beneath it. Not with corruption. With absence. The feeling of roads ending. Journeys finishing. Stories concluding. Then Mira finally spoke. Her voice barely audible. "That's the End." Silence. The words echoed across realities. The End. Not death. Not destruction. Something older. Something fundamental. The figure on the horizon stopped walking. It looked toward them. Luke couldn't see its face. Could barely see its shape. Yet he knew it was watching.

"I love you too. More than yesterday, less than tomorrow." THE END

I knew in that moment I was about to lose my dad. “Anastasia My love, keep our babies safe. I love you so much” Daddy says before he looks at me . “Sweetheart come here” I take the twins hands and we walk to our dad. “My beautiful babies, I love y’all so much. I’m so sorry I’m leaving you , remember I will always be with you here” he says and points to each of our hearts. “Sweetheart protect your mom and siblings, you are so strong and brave, they will need you” he says before he looks at mama again. He takes one more deep breath as his eyes start to flutter shut “I love you so-” he manages to get out before he stops breathing.