Where We End And Begin Novels & Stories

We stood like that for a long time. Just holding on. Just remembering what it felt like to be whole. And somewhere in the silence, in the weight of everything we had lost and everything we still had, I knew this wasn’t the end. It was only the beginning.

It didn’t erase what happened. It didn’t fix it. But it was a beginning. And sometimes, that’s all two broken people can ask for.

And with that, we step forward into the unknown, ready to face the next chapter of our extraordinary journey, hand in hand, hearts intertwined, and united in our unwavering commitment to make a difference in the world. The end, or perhaps, just the beginning.

“You tell it what you choose.” He looked at the heart of the site. At the path through the carriers that had opened. He looked at me. “Come with me,” he said. We walked to the centre. Through the carriers who were wolves now watching us pass with ancient disoriented eyes. Things that had been waiting since the beginning and were finally waiting for something different. The ground at the centre was the oldest ground. The specific quality of the exact point where something had begun and where something was now going to end.

Something outside everything we built. “Then this isn’t over,” he said. The words low because now this was clear. not a threat. not a problem. but a beginning. “No,” I said. “It’s just different now.” The silence settled. not heavy. not empty. but open. and as the presence within him shifted again not violently not unpredictably, but like something learning how to exist, I realized with a quiet, lingering certainty we didn’t just survive the ending. We created something that doesn’t belong to endings at all.

Are we back to square one where we can’t be together? Groaning, I let my head fall to my forearms that are on my desk. I don’t know how much of this I can take if we have to start this all the way over again. We just got to a good place, and now we’ve been shot back to the beginning. Over and over. There seems to be a world of problems at the beginning, then there’s a small break before all the problems begin again. Is this a cycle we’re doomed to repeat until we separate?

Rhyne asked. Her eyes shifted to the stillness ahead again. “For what comes next.” That answer troubled Kael more than the others, not because it was unclear, but because it implied movement. Not of bodies. Not yet. Something larger. Something already in motion beyond this place. “Then this isn’t the end of it.” “No,” Aera said softly. “This is where it begins.” The words settled into all three of them differently. Rhyne heard risk. Kael heard inevitability.

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.

⸻ Not final. ⸻ Not complete. ⸻ But real. ⸻ Back in the control room— no one spoke. ⸻ Because they understood. ⸻ This wasn’t the end. ⸻ This was the beginning— ⸻ of something entirely new.

They say every beginning has an end and every end has a beginning. Every story that has a beginning must surely have an end, and every happily ever after story has a beginning of once upon a time. The universe is a solid forum or a superstitious dream that forms as a magnet that attracts or repels. Maybe the universe is in charge of every person you meet every single day, maybe for a short while, for a period of few months or forever but whichever way, the universe don't just attract you to anyone without a reason, there's definitely a reason why I met him and like every other beginnings, this is our end. Our once upon a time story has come to an end, one that I can't really say if it's a ha