Final Space Episode Novels & Stories

Eternal peace. THE END

Time to end this one way or another. ***

A life they would be spending together. THE END

Perfect. Finally. **THE END**

But even this is a diversion to keep me from thinking about the inevitable, the elephant in the room. When do we say goodbye…for good? The episode ends, and N*****x asks us if we’d like to continue watching the show. It’s about 2:30 p.m. on a Sunday afternoon. We’re nearly raw from having so much heated sex, and our bellies are full of gourmet food and a little binge junk food. We’re like a well-seasoned couple hunkered down for the weekend. But that’s an illusion, a beautiful one that must sadly end soon.

"Sure, it was good, but there was nothing special about it." "Are you kidding me?" "Nah, you are just jealous." Spencer said."You know very well not many can pull that shit off." "I can." Some of the guys laughed. "What? Y'all think I can't do it?"Finn snapped. "We don't think that. We know you can't." I didn't know what video they were talking about. I hadn’t seen it. After our game last night, I went straight home. Showered. Ate. Laid in bed thinking about how crap we actually were. I didn’t open my phone. I was too pissed to do anything else, really.

Georgia brags. Marie responds by blowing raspberries playfully. This causes them to break into laughter. From their last fight, they have made up. Now they are close friends. I shake my head and reminisce at how they used to be at each other's throats. We manage to finish up to Spring II before the parents come. Everyone says goodbye to me and leaves. Once the studio is empty, I take my stuff and leave. As I walk away, I overhear Gabrielle and Jake arguing.

As expected, the screen was filled with over a thousand missed calls. Zoe let out a scornful laugh. "Next time, you should switch it up. Terminal illness? Jumping into the sea? Maybe she'll transfer all of the Warren family's assets straight to the Coles." He smiled casually. "Maybe she would." Taking advantage of the moment before anyone noticed me, I left the house, dazed and hollow. When we were eighteen, Adrian had worn a faded, repeatedly washed white shirt and knelt at the entrance of my home, appearing awkward and earnest, as he confessed his feelings.

A massive explosion burned everything then it went all black. THE END