Turning Page At Last Novels & Stories

*** When I woke up, Johan was sitting on the edge of the bed, shirtless and smoking. He heard me move and looked back. A check landed on the bed in front of me. I stared at it. He only said a few words. "I'm bored with you." Something inside me cracked. Like porcelain shattering, sharp pieces cut across my heart. Still, my voice came out calm. I even smiled. "I've got less than three months left. Couldn't you wait a little longer?" Johan frowned. "Yara Yelton, you should know your place."

" He was gone and my face lost all it's colour... Few hours later 9:10 ....pm I gained up speed with time And automatically my fingers pressed the correct letter Now just one last page was left.... But my back was next to breaking My stomach growling My eyes ready to burn And my head ready to burst.... On completing the last page I got up from the seat but due to sudden movement my head felt dizzy and I held the table for support. On gaining my balance I moved out of my room to see the lights in other rooms were switched off...

My visits a— Rushing to the end . . . I don’t know how I could miss it, it was, like, so obvious it was gnarly. But I figured it out. It took me forever. I was, like, such an idiot to the max. Then it hit me. The book was bound— Another absent page, another end missing, the thought left unsaid. She closed her eyes. Marked the page with her finger, feeling the heft of the cover resting on her hand. Breathed deep.

Miss Yumi said, sweetly. "What about the last page?" Miss Yumi arched an eyebrow as she browsed through the storybook one more time. After turning to the last page, she held it up in front of the class for all to see. "See, there," she pointed to the left side of the page where Beauty and the Beast were dancing at the ball for their wedding. "And they lived happily ever after. That's how all fairy tales end, Cathedra." The mystified girl shook her head and pointed to the page at the right. "What about that one, Miss Yumi? There are still three words written at the top of the page. Then there's a moving picture. Then there are another five words written at the bottom of the picture."

But I can’t… It’s too late to turn back now, I’m already working it out, I have to see it through to the end. I pushed the document on my table towards her, reminding her of our agreement and the contract we signed. I watched her go through them and I saw her face changed when she discovered that the final document to end our deal has not been signed. She raised her head in panic to stare at me curiously, her face full of questions.

" How about we make a deal? You finish one book in the next three days then you'll get access to the internet? " " In three days? I can't even finish this in a week! " " How about you get to page two hundred in three days then? " I flipped the pages over at once till I get to the last, page which was four hundred and two. " I can do that. " I look back at him. His eyes are fixed and squinted at the same time and then a straight line draws at the center of his lips before it draws up in a curve. " Perfect. " It was the most epic smile I ever witnessed, coming from him.

“But you forgot something.” The Reader stared. “What?” Sophia smiled. “Characters can become authors.” The book exploded. The Last Page The Reader fell to his knees. His power disappeared. The pages around him turned blank. Sophia picked up the book. She opened the final page. There was only one sentence. WRITE THE END. Sophia looked at Lucien. “Should we?” Lucien shook his head. “No.” Seraphina smiled. “Why?” Lucien answered: “Because we don’t want an end.”

"You don't have to pretend it's simple. It's allowed to be complicated and beautiful at the same time." "I know. I just wanted one thing today that wasn't complicated." "That's fair too." I'd spent the better part of the last two weeks chasing dead ends anyway, and by that Tuesday I was running out of places left to look. Two more girls from the party, both with fragments as useless as Bree's, taller, dark clothing, gone before anyone got a real look. A guy Priya knew who'd apparently bragged for a week after about "knowing something," who turned out, once I actually cornered him, to know absolutely nothing at all, just enjoying the attention that came with pretending he did.

The struggles and sorrows of that other life were finally sealed away—gently, tenderly, by the hands of time. -THE END-

About being able to say: I've seen where this goes, and it's worth it, and now I can be fully present for every page between here and there. She read the last page first so she could love the whole book completely. --- I opened the autobiography to the last page. My own last page. The final paragraph of the new chapter. *What remains is love. Directed with intention. Going forward. As it always has. As it always will.* I read it. Sat with it. Then I turned to the first page. The opening sentence that had been the only true sentence for three weeks before the rest followed. *My mother read the last page of every book first.*