The Vanishing Ending Novels & Stories

Lilian said and just like that, she slowly disappeared leaving nothing but her presence with them. THE END

With the little sounds I could hear, there was a battle of bullet exchange not too far from us. I couldn’t stand for long on my two feet and Hunter noticed as he gripped me against his chest and began yelling. “ HELP! SHIT… HELP!!!” Slowly I was losing consciousness as I fought to stay awake. Before everything became black the last thing I heard was. “ Iris please don’t leave me” Or …. I’m not so sure. So I guess that’s how it ends?

But my real hand, wrapped around the pen, felt more solid than it had in a long time. We stepped back through the doorway together. The fusion scene dissolved around us. The hall surged back into focus: endless arches, humming walls, and labels glowing. The TRAGIC AUTHOR ENDING door dimmed a notch, like it had lost some of its appeal now that I’d seen it for what it was. I exhaled. “Okay,” I said. “Standard ending: nothing. Tragic ending: everything, forever, until I stop being a person. Neither is acceptable.” “Which means we’re already outside the script it prefers,” Corvin said.

It was as if we were picking out wedding flowers instead of orchestrating my disappearance. "When the time comes, you'll need to bring us the outfit you plan to wear that day. We'll move the model into place, make the final adjustments, and take care of the scene from there." I reached out and brushed the back of its hand. The skin was soft, almost warm, eerily close to human. A shiver ran down my spine. I looked up at him and asked, "How do you make him believe I'm really dead?" Evan smiled. "Once he walks into the scene we build, he won't question what he's seeing. That's the whole point."

Hugh had taken a bullet to the heart, and all his lies had finally caught up with him. It all seemed like it was meant to be. This was where it ended. No matter what came next, no matter who came for me, I was still Tasmin Sheargold. [The End.]

I looked up after sending the message. The comments in the air were blurring, like static on a television with a bad signal. "What's happening? I can't see…" "The story fell apart, so we're being forcefully removed!" "No! I haven't finished reading yet—" The last comment disappeared before it finished scrolling across my vision. All the lights in the room were switched on. I had no choice but to squint against the blinding glare. The music on the huge screen stopped and returned to the karaoke's usual interface.

We walk aimlessly around the beach and I notice things, the noise has reduced, I look around, it less crowded. "Are you okay?" Vanilla asks. "Yeah, I'm fine." I say as I stop walking, I hold her second hand and I say "Let's start over." "We can't. We've ended." and slowly every piece of her begins to fade away. "Vanilla?" I say in anguish, trying to hold on to her, but I can't, as she disappears into nothingness. "Fiona!" I scream in absolute loneliness. _____

He ordered the security guards to block the door, then started searching everyone one by one. When it was my turn, I put down the box and cooperated with his inspection. He evidently noticed the asteroid ornament on top of the other items at a glance. After a moment's pause, he still asked someone to empty out the contents of my box. The contents fell to the floor with a ringing clatter. The ornament was completely smashed and became little more than trash, just like our six-year relationship. The moment cracks formed in it, there was no fixing it. As several security guards rummaged around on the floor, Vivi suddenly exclaimed in shock, "My necklace!"

So how was I supposed to get over knowing that he wanted me but just not enough to choose me? I couldn't. So maybe this was it. Maybe this was where my story with Zaire finally ended. The thought made my heart ache, but deep down I knew I couldn't keep living like this. "...I think I'm done." I whispered, my voice barely audible. Will looked at me, concern flashing across his face. "What do you mean?" I swallowed hard, forcing the words past the lump in my throat. "I'm letting him go." Even saying that felt like someone had ripped my heart out.

As long as he went back and apologized, I would surely forgive him. After all, I had been smitten with him. How could I ever leave him? With this thought, he arrived in front of our doorstep not long after. He even bought a bouquet of roses on the way back as a token of apology. But the moment he pushed open the door, his expression fell. Nothing in the house had changed, except that my suitcase was gone. Panic gripped Francesco. He searched every room, yet I was nowhere to be seen. It was as if I had never existed, and our past had been nothing but a hallucination.