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All Heroes Fall

All Good Things Come To An End

When you turn the last page in a book you expect resolution. I, personally think that's unfair. Some stories cannot be resolved. Their ending is left unfinished. That's just how life is. You can't yell at the sky and demand rain when all you have is sunshine. Sometimes that would be asking for more than you'd like to receive.

Sitting down to write, you can clearly see your beginning and how it all starts. Along the way you get key points and events and just random bouts of dialogue. But it's always impossible to write the ending. I'd rather write a thousand beginnings than have to write an ending. This, not surprisingly, is how most of us go through life. Enjoying it while it lasts and hoping the ending doesn't come as quickly as you expect it to. But if we live life dreading the ending, then we won't find a resolution, which is what most of us longs for when coming to the end of something.

But for our seven . . . (eight) . . . heroes this is nothing like that. They all find resolutions. I just don't happen to know what they are. However, it only seems fitting to end a story I started, just the way it began. With two people. And although there are many endings much better than any I could come up with,

I can sure try and make something up.


I sit under the sky and watch as all the colors dim from brilliant to boring engulfed in strong arms and laughter. I can always smell the sea on him. Poseidon perk, I'm guessing. He laughs at something cynical I've said and nuzzles his nose into my cheek with a content smile. He kisses my cheek light as a breath and I watch as he gazes into the pinks and oranges of the sky as the sun tucks itself into the horizon for the night. We're silent, the two of us for a while.
He begins to hum a soft, soothing tune as he traces circles on the backs of my hands and I can't help but close my eyes and sink deeper into the happiness I greet. He finishes his song and releases a small, quiet laugh and leans into my hair whispering three little words. Over. And Over. And over. And over again. And I hope he never stops.


I really didn't want to end the story, but I guess "All good things come to an end". Sorry for the little monologue above what you were truly looking for. I enjoyed every second of writing this, and I received so much encouragement along the way. Thank you all for reading my story and taking the time out of your day to enlighten me. I hope you enjoyed it, and once again. THANK YOU.

Happy Reading :D



Really nice story!!!! Great job! Love it!

This story is one of my favourites!! Love it!

Eliza di Angelo Eliza di Angelo

You are good :)

I'm sad it's over.

Ginger Lord Ginger Lord


Thank you! And I'll definitely try to update as soon as possible.