Where She Went Ending Novels & Stories

My girlfriend, Piper Wolfe, and her childhood best friend, Cole Carter, could physically feel each other's pain and sensations—or so she claimed. We were in the middle of a heavy make-out session when she suddenly shoved my shoulders, almost throwing me off the bed, and pulled out her phone to dial Cole. "Cole! It’s ten at night, why are you chugging ice-cold beer? If you don’t care about your stomach, at least think about mine!" Cole’s voice muffled through the speaker. "You don’t get to judge me! Tell your boyfriend to go easy on the kissing. My lips are burning! If you keep this up, I’m just gonna find someone else to kiss!" Piper’s chest heaved. Her voice spiked with panic. "Don't

The sunset painted the sky in violent reds and oranges as she drove east, away from the coast, away from the life she'd built on shifting sand. Where was she going? The question floated in her mind, but she already knew the answer. Riverdale. The nowhere town she'd escaped a decade ago. The place where she'd left behind everything raw and real about herself to become James Porter's perfect wife. The place where Duke still lived. Duke. Just thinking his name made her stomach clench. He'd be different now. Hell, she was different now. Ten years could change a person. And the way they'd ended things...

“Do you get it now?” She nodded slowly. “I get it.” I smiled, dark satisfaction settling in my chest as I finally let her go. “Now, go back home. I’ll be coming to see you very soon, and we’re going to finish this conversation properly.” She nodded once more, her gaze lingering on me before she turned toward the street. I stood there, rooted to the spot, watching as she waved down a cab and disappeared inside. The air felt colder the moment the taxi pulled away, leaving me standing there with the ghost of her scent—and the realization that I had just completely abandoned Abbie in the middle of a restaurant.

She went in at seven to return her key and finish the formalities. He was already at the ovens. He looked up when she came through the back door and said, "Coffee," which was not a question and which she accepted. They sat in the small break room for twenty minutes. He asked where she was going. She said home, and meant it fully for the first time since she'd said it to anyone about Crescent Ridge. "Good," he said. Not asking anything further, not requiring the story. Just good, in the way of someone who understood that the important thing about an ending was that it went correctly.

"I got what I deserved. But... the one who started all this is still out there. I've got nothing left now. I just want... to say goodbye. For real." I said nothing. She smiled one last time, then walked out. I knew she'd booked a flight overseas. No clue what she planned to do. I just watched her go—her back straight, her steps steady, carrying nothing but resolve and hate. A week later, she was on the news. She'd said she wanted to disappear somewhere no one knew her. Start over. Truth was, she went after Calvin. Reports said she stirred up trouble overseas, then pinned it on him.

The comments drifted by. [She really left…] [Is she never coming back?] [Where can she even go all by herself?] I didn't look back.

She's not here, he said, his voice flat and cracking on the words. I blinked and pushed myself off the bed. What do you mean? She's not here? I mean, she's gone. Ken. Max stepped all the way into the room, running a hand through his hair in frustration. I asked one of the guards outside. He said she left the packhouse a few minutes ago. He didn't know where she was going. She just walked out. My stomach dropped to my feet. Gone. I echoed, my voice hollow. Where would she go? Max shook his head, his jaw tight.

She nodded repeatedly and bent low to place the phone she was holding by the door frame. "You don't need to look around for her, she's pretty much on every news channel now and Trigger texted you the address of the hospital she's currently receiving treatment. I pray she survives it, I really pray she does. Goodbye." She turned around and walked into the room to pick up her stuff, then she walked out of the room without bothering to look back just once. It was certain that I wasn't going to be seeing her ever again. Yet, another consequences of my actions.

"It's not a goodbye, but if the worst happens then I want you to know that I loved you right up until the end." Forcing herself to ignore his desperate pleas, she hesitantly pressed the end call button and slipped the phone back into her pocket, starting to make her way to Hillside Manor. As she reached the abandoned property, she looked around to make sure no one was in the vicinity, then slid through the gap in the cage style fencing and up to the house where she hurried inside.

A power that answers to nothing that currently exists. I pressed my hand against my sternum where the bond sat warm and unmoved and alive. Where is she now, I said. We don't know, he said. She left the territory on foot after the ceremony. We lost her past the border. I turned around. Find her, I said.