Shocking End forever:
The storm outside mirrored the chaos in my mind. Rain lashed against my window, lightning splitting the sky with jagged fury. I sat at my desk, hands trembling as I reread the letter that had arrived earlier that evening.“Your time has come. The cycle ends tonight.”No sender. No return address. Just those chilling words.
I tried to convince myself it was a joke, some twisted prank by a bored stranger. But deep down, I knew better. The nightmares, the whispers in the dark, the eerie sense of déjà vu—I had felt them creeping closer for weeks. It all led to this moment.My phone buzzed. A message from an unknown number:
“Look outside.”
My stomach twisted, but curiosity won. Peeling back the curtain, I gasped. A tall figure in a dark trench coat stood across the street, motionless under a flickering streetlamp. Their face was hidden in shadows, but I could feel their gaze pierce through the rain, locking onto me.
I stumbled back, heart pounding. Who were they? What did they want?Another message popped up.
“You have one hour.”
The air felt suffocating, pressing down on me like an unseen force. My instincts screamed at me to run, but where? My entire life had been spent in the same dull routine, an endless cycle of work, sleep, and monotony. And yet, something about tonight felt… final.I grabbed my keys and bolted for the door.
The Escape
The city was eerily quiet. Even the usual late-night traffic had vanished. My footsteps echoed in the empty streets as I ran, my mind racing with fragmented memories shadows lurking at the edge of my vision, a name I couldn’t quite remember, the feeling that I’d done this before.I ducked into an alley, panting. My phone buzzed again.
“Running won’t change your fate.”
I clenched my fists. Enough was enough. If they wanted me, they could come and face me.
Lightning flashed, illuminating the alleyway for a split second. And that was when I saw them.
The same trench-coated figure stood at the entrance, motionless, their face still hidden. But this time, they weren’t alone. A second figure emerged from the darkness, then a third. Identical silhouettes, surrounding me from all sides.This wasn’t a random threat. It was an execution.
“Who are you?” I demanded, my voice wavering.The first figure took a step forward, speaking in a voice that sent chills down my spine.
“We are the End.”
The RevelationA flood of memories crashed into me. It wasn’t the first time I had heard those words. It wasn’t the first time I had tried to escape.
This had happened before. Over and over again.I wasn’t living a normal life—I was trapped in a cycle. A never-ending loop of existence where I always ended up here, at this exact moment, facing these same figures. Each time, I tried something different fighting, hiding, begging but the result was always the same.
Death.
My legs buckled as the horrifying truth settled in. I had been living the same life, over and over, for reasons I couldn’t understand. Each cycle wiped my memory, but deep inside, my soul remembered.
That was why I had always felt out of place. That was why déjà vu plagued me.
The first figure extended a gloved hand. “It’s time to break the cycle.”I shook my head. “No. Not this time.”I didn’t know how, but I could feel something different about this loop. Maybe I had learned enough. Maybe I had finally reached the moment where I could change my fate.Lightning flashed again. This time, I ran toward them.
Breaking the Cycle The figures didn’t move. They watched as I charged, but I could feel something shifting, something resisting. It was as if reality itself fought against my actions, trying to force me back into the same doomed ending.I pushed forward. The figures blurred, their forms flickering like static.
A pain erupted in my chest, a searing bolt of energy coursing through me. My vision dimmed, but I refused to stop. If I died now, the loop would reset, and I would be back to square one.
I gritted my teeth and reached out, grabbing the first figure’s hand.A shockwave rippled through the air.Suddenly, the figures dissolved into a cascade of shattered images, memories folding into one another. The storm, the letter, the countless times I had run, fought, failed all of it collapsed into a single, blinding moment of clarity.And thensilence.A New Beginning
The sun shone through my window, birds chirping outside. My heart pounded as I sat up, expecting to see another ominous message. But there was nothing. No storm. No figures. No cycle.For the first time in what felt like eternity, I was free.I didn’t know what had changed. Maybe I had finally made the right choice. Maybe I had fought hard enough to break whatever force had bound me.All I knew was that this time, the End was truly over.And for the first time, life could finally begin.The End… or a New Beginning?
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