Endless Path の小説・ストーリー

Not even in death. The End.

He pulled out her chair like a gentleman, helping her sit before taking his place opposite her. They spent the first half of the day exploring the hill path above the lake. Kaelion took her through a trail he claimed only the Alpha bloodline knew—an abandoned lookout tower that oversaw the entire valley below. The wind was crisp and sharp, tugging at her cardigan as she leaned slightly over the edge of the wooden rail. For a moment, if she closed her eyes and forgot everything, it almost felt like peace. Almost.

Author's POV one will not find the love which is perfect but find a love that reminds us how worthy we were always. This kind of love always makes us realize that we were never asking for too much. This love puts some sense into our head about how blindly we were always ready to break ourselves to bring happiness in the person's life who was never meant to be yours. This love makes you know that some people are only meant to cross paths with you, that is all. they're not meant to stay with you forever. Some people are passer's in our journey that is all about our growth, healing, and happiness. Once they leave, we have to move on with our lives, because that's how we live or we were taught t

I can’t even read any books because my mind is occupied to what my father said to me. If I don’t marry that man that they were talking about, then it will be the end of my career. Because if I can’t continue my studies because my father told me, I won’t be able to graduate. If I don’t graduate, I won’t achieve my dream job. If I don’t achieve my dream job, then all my efforts to study hard will be worthless. Ah! It’s driving me crazy! I can’t think properly right now. I really don’t want to get married, especially since I don’t even know the man that I need to marry.

Like it already knows how this ends. ~~~

🚪✨ ⸻ Thousands of futures disappeared every second. ⸻ Not because of Null. ⸻ Not because of Silence. ⸻ Because reality itself could no longer support infinite contradictions. ⸻ The First Path. The Second Path. The Third Path. The Fourth Path. The Fifth Path. ⸻ All existed simultaneously. ⸻ And reality was tearing itself apart trying to hold them together. ⸻ ⚡ ⸻ 🌙 The Truth About The Fifth Path Silence stood before the wooden door.

Mark followed quietly, whispering, “You did the right thing.” I didn’t answer. I just picked up my pace. At the corner of the street, I couldn’t help but glance back to see Enzo still standing there, staring at the spilled tortellini soup like a lost child. Snow began falling again, covering his hair with a fresh white layer. I buried myself in work. I was so busy with meetings, reports, and client negotiations that I barely had time to take a sip of water. By evening, Mark handed me a cup of hot cocoa. “He’s gone.”

"Stop fooling around, Doctor Smith! How can someone just die so easily? I was just holding her hand not long ago. I promised I would come back for her… She always keeps her promises. She'll wait for me to come home." "But she's not home. You saw that yourself, didn't you?" Wade said. "Maybe she's just angry at me. I really did cross a line there…" Zach stammered. Wade didn't have any patience for Zach's self-delusion. He said flatly, "I scattered her ashes in the sea. She always loved being free. And you? You'll never get her forgiveness." Wade's quiet verdict sounded like the Devil's murmur to Zach, and the phone slipped from his hand. He stared at the broken screen, then at our photo on th

“And?” “It’s a registered number,” Dan said. “Mac Hunter.” Alex’s eyes narrowed slightly. “That’s it?” “That’s it, boss,” Dan confirmed. “No address, no linked accounts, and no digital footprint that is worth anything. It’s like the name exists but the person doesn’t.” A cold silence settled on Alex’s end. “What about location?” he asked. “That’s where it gets weird,” Dan continued. “The number doesn’t stay active long enough to trace. No fixed signal and no pattern. It only pings a location when it’s being used and even then, it disappears before we can lock it down.”

New environments I didn’t recognize yet—icy wastelands, burning towers, oceans full of reaching hands. The people I knew—a dozen versions of them—running, bleeding, screaming. “One path,” the administrator said, indicating the branch where I merged, “LEADS TO RELEASE FOR BOUND UNITS. SYSTEM PERSISTS. PAIN: CONTINUED, BUT DIMINISHED OVER CYCLES. YOU: CORE.” The other branch shimmered. “SECOND PATH: YOU REFUSE. ATTEMPT REBELLION. PROBABILITY OF SUCCESS: LOW. PROBABILITY OF INCREASED SUFFERING FOR ALL ATTACHED UNITS: HIGH.”