Novel & Cerita We Begin At The End

"We’ll get married at the end of the month." In the end, he never believed me. I let out a bitter laugh and shook my head. Closing my eyes, I waited to disappear completely. Suddenly, an all-too-familiar force tugged at me once more. At William's bachelor party, everyone raised their glasses in celebration. "William is finally moving on! From now on, it’ll be nothing but happiness and smooth sailing for him!" "Exactly!" William lifted his own glass, but his expression was gloomy and unreadable.

I guess that true love stories never have endings after all. Dean took my hand in his and interlocked our fingers as the flight attendant announced that the plane was about to take off. "Let's go home, shall we?" He said with the most beautiful smile. T H E E N D. _____ Thanks for reading! ~Chris xx.

We reply in turn by doing saluting by raising our weapons. The Land Ships begin to fade from view with only smoke and giant holes in the ground left as proof of their existence. We hear a horn blowing signalling the army to return to Camp Darian, as soon as we reached camp everyone was ordered to pack up and begin marching. Everyone’s mood was so cheery that even we wounded helped in the packing up.

All of us. Together. And the future stretched ahead, bright and full of promise. Ready for whatever came next. Because we were stronger than any storm. Braver than any fear. And loved beyond measure. This was our story. Our happy ending. Our new beginning. And it was perfect. Absolutely perfect. THE END

Just stands there, taking that in. And something shifts. Not resolved. Not fixed. But different. Like we’ve finally stopped pretending we know how this ends. And that— might be the most dangerous place to start again.

Put the pen down gently. And I wrote: We began with paper. We ended with something real. Still. Always. Ours. ⸻ THE END ⸻

she read the painter's signature on the bottom side of the canvas. Her gaze turning onto the wood's description below the painting. “Happy Sad Ending, RI from German,” she read the title of the painting. 'Oh, he is not local painter, he come from oversea,' Jane thought while read the word German. 'Happy Sad Ending — The farewell is a common thing that always comes as a couple of the meeting. Sometimes you have to end the meeting and saying farewell to someone that made you happy, but you have to let it go for their future happiness or your future happiness.'

I placed the papers on the table, neat and tidy. I was going to leave a message for her, but I did not go through with it. Instead, I said it in my mind, 'Hey honey, this is the last time I'm calling you that, I guess. I spent ten years in love with you. It's really hard doing that, I know, but I'm giving up anyway. Congratulations, to both you and me.' I grabbed my suitcase. The moment the countdown was over, I put my hand on the doorknob.

" Who says I am?......Do you honestly think I would believe two strangers over my own family. You must be crazier then I thought." " Just like you believed your so called family, when they kept those letters from you right?" " How do you know about that?" " Oh I know a whole lot more then you think." Beverley says. "And you know what, I don't care if you believe me or not because at the end of it all. You will be a distant memory." " What does that mean?" " It means we intend to finally end this chapter, once and for all. Your chapter. " Kyle says.

"This car was a gift from you. As long as you gave it to me, I'll keep it and drive it until it falls apart." Her eyes had sparkled back then, filled with love and warmth. She had gazed at him with such tenderness that he had felt like the luckiest man alive. When had he started betraying that love? Henley powered on the car's dashcam, hoping to see the places Joanna had been driving through in her final days. The footage began playing. The earlier clips showed her daily commute—work and back, a familiar routine. It was just that something felt off. The car was eerily silent.