Where We End And Begin Novels & Stories

Kael’s voice echoed faintly in her head. She hesitated. “No.” “Then why are you afraid?” She closed her eyes. “Because I don’t know where you end and I begin.” Silence. Then—“Neither do I.” The connection pulsed once, warm, alive. Then the night fell quiet.

That is, to relish the mystifying magnificence of the landscapes mother nature bore. "Vi, we're here already. wake up." "Why are we still moving? The bus hadn't halted yet." "I'm sorry," Connie chuckled, "We are still approximately a kilometer away from our destination, but I woke up because I just want you to witness the magnificent landscape over here." She motioned her hand by the window projecting the wholesome offsprings of mother nature. Connie looked closely at Viola's expression, expecting to see a wondrous smile on her face. Slowly, Viola did sparkle her eyes in amusement.

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.

And then, when Rowe leaned close to whisper something in her ear, the way she stilled—like she wasn’t sure if she was ready for where it might lead. It was only a second. A heartbeat. But it was enough to know their story wasn’t finished. Not by a long shot. And as Mack’s hand slipped into mine, grounding me in the life we’d fought so hard to win back, I couldn’t help but smile. Because endings, I realized, weren’t really endings at all. They were beginnings in disguise. And Liz and Rowe’s beginning… was just about to start.

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.

"And I know that the threads are gone. There is no destiny. There is no script. There is just the two of us, writing the next page together." Cale closed the book. "The End," Cale said. "No," Elion whispered. "The Beginning." "The Beginning," Cale agreed. He turned off the light. And in the dark, warm room, surrounded by the smell of the ocean and the sound of their breathing, the story continued. One heartbeat at a time.

It was trying to become something that could stay. And if it succeeded, I didn’t know if I would be able to tell where I ended and it began.

The valley slept peacefully. And we stood together. Scarred but whole. Different but united. Imperfect but unbreakable. Exactly as we should be. Exactly as we'd always been meant to become. Together. Always together. In all our beautiful messy harmony. The beginning of our story had been painful. The middle had been a struggle. But the ending was this. Peace. Love. Family. Legacy. And that was everything. --- **THE END**

Hank said, without a hint of irony. And there it was. The final, beautiful truth. We had fought for an ending—an end to the threat, to the fear. But what we’d really won was the right to endless beginnings. The beginning of a park, a boat, a painting, a policy, a life lived in peace.

And that was the most fucked up thing of all. --- THE END Or maybe just the beginning. Because addiction doesn't end. It just keeps burning. And we were both already ash.