Where We End And Begin Novels & Stories

I just knew one thing. This wasn’t the end or the beginning. And neither of us was ready to stop.

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.

And that was our story. *** THE END ***

he said, "and we've only just begun." END OF BOOK ONE

We had finally found home. The End.

This was our beginning. Our forever.

He was still standing there, like a silhouette in the distance, slowly fading into the fog. Some people were only meant to accompany you for a part of your journey, and our path together had long since come to an end. Now, being at peace and well was the best ending for us both. I turned forward, closed the car window, and looked ahead, my heart calm. The fog gradually lifted, sunlight spilling gently, and I knew this was the start of a new beginning.

"This is where our fairytail begins." THE END

The rest of the day was spent eating. I can't remember when I last ate that much. Giovanni went out so he could finish some work and try to learn something more about Alberto, but we both knew that there wasn't much to learn here. We have to go to Sicily. Aiden said that Alberto and Domenic lived there but never crossed their territories. After their "big conflict," they never crossed paths again. No one knew the reason for their conflict or how it started, but one thing was clear: one wrong move, and the third global war would start.

You are the beginning. I am their End.