Where We End And Begin Novels & Stories

Jason said, and I slowly nodded. I didn't need to ask what it was. I already knew. We all stared silently at the madness etched on paper. "so that it's then." I finally said, "we didn't stop the end, we only stopped the beginning."

Let's end this. ***

“Then it becomes something worse than what it was.” Silence. And in that quiet space, where nothing decided for them anymore… The ending still hadn’t happened. It was only just beginning.

" 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.

The sea whispered its ancient song against the cliffs. Later, after Leo was asleep, they sat on the porch. The lighthouse turned, a steady, faithful light. "How was it?" Liam asked. Maya thought about the room, the women, the stories. She thought about the fear that hadn't come. She thought about the shell she hadn't found, and the belonging she had. "It was a beginning," she said. "I think I needed a beginning. Not a healing. Just a place to start." He held her hand, their rings cool and familiar. "That's what we have, isn't it? A thousand beginnings." "A thousand," she agreed, watching the light turn. "We don't need endings. Just the next step."

Together. Always together. Just us and the bond and whatever comes next. "I love you," I whisper. "I love you too," he whispers back. And as the plane carries us toward our new life, toward peace we've never known, I realize something. This isn't an ending. It's a beginning. The real one. The one we get to write ourselves.

I know this is just the beginning of our love story, and I hope we can overcome all the challenges we face. ----THE END ~Ylluscion

That was the place we met. Not at an ending. Not at the beginning. But right here without arriving, without leaving, and without needing to prove that what we were building was real. It already was.

The simple act of looking at a thing directly and saying yes, this exists, without immediately subordinating it to a calculation about what it means for everything else. What I know: there is something between Arden Moreno and me that has been building since the night we met over a dead man in room E-14 and that reached, last night in a quiet street with the early evening light on the old stone buildings, a point of arrival. Not an ending point. A beginning point. The distinction matters because everything I have been through in the last three weeks has been moving toward ending the arrangement, resolving the investigation, closing the immediate danger. What began last night is not a resolut

" why did we change cars?" He stayed silent for a few seconds more before deciding to grace me with a reply. " To clear off our trace if anyone is following us" " we're practically the only people in this road, anyone following us would surely know it's the same people." " People ply this route too, you just haven't seen anyone yet. It's a longer road connecting New york to East Indiana" I 'ohh-ed' quietly and realized that he's in the mood to take questions, so I let them out.