The Last Story - Alternate Ending
I'm really sorry about the real ending, and wanted to write this very sweet and nonviolent ending as an apology. Please read if you have followed or if you've never heard of this before!
Alternate Ending
I'm so sorry for the last ending and chapters in general. I know that they sucked and were horrible, but please let me avenge myself by saying that I would like to give you an alternate ending that isn't tainted by my anger. I have to admit, while I was typing it, I knew it was wrong and that I should come up with something else, and I have no idea why I posted it. So sorry! This will start off right after David comes rushing out of the building and stuff.
I could see Missy out on the street, seemingly deep in thought. Hurrying to leave so I wouldn't miss her, I dashed out of the building as fast as possible. "Missy!" I screamed when I was in hearing distance. She spun around, revealing the tears running down her beautiful face. Finally meeting her, I wiped the tears from her face and pulled her into a tight embrace. "I missed you," I mumbled into her soft hair.
"Me too," I heard her sob back. "I'm so sorry I've been ignoring you." The crying was uncontrollable. "I'm a failure."
"No, you aren't. You are a beautiful, successful, intelligent woman, and any man would be lucky to have you. And," I hesitated, not sure if I wanted to give myself up so soon. "I'm in love with you." There. I'd said it to her face, and she hadn't punched me. In fact, she smiled.
"Really?" she said with a sniffle. I nodded, not sure what to say. Hugging me tightly, she whispered, "Me too." This brought a smile to my face as we stood outside in the snow, hugging each other so tightly we could barely breathe. It was the perfect moment with the perfect girl. I was in total bliss. I must be the luckiest guy on the planet. That's when I heard the worst thing possible.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't the famous Marissa Carming, cheating on me. Oh well, I knew it'd happen sooner or later. I was just hoping I'd be able to get Hannah first!" Ben yelled furiously.
"Ben, what are you doing here? And I thought that was only for the media?" Missy choked, completely confused by his presence.
"Missy, we are going to be together forever. Now get in the car," he commanded, pointing his finger at the vehicle he had left from for effect. You had to be kidding me. Was this guy serious?
"Screw you loser!" I laughed, giving him the finger. "Come on Missy, let's get you home." And the world seemed right once again.
Soon after, a huge wedding took place. No, not me and Marissa's, but Lydia's. She had been dating her boss for a while now, and they had finally decided to tie the knot. She looked gorgeous and happy, so no one was bothered by the thirteen year age difference. I was hardly even paying attention to the service. After brining Missy home, I had gone out and bought the ring, I was just too scared to actually propose. And this was the perfect moment. All of my family was here; she had no family, so that couldn't even be arranged. I was ready.
The reception went on, and I was practically drowning in my nervous sweat. I had to build up to this. So after the toasts were finished and the dancing had begun, I turned to her. "Um, Missy, can we talk?" I asked.
"God, David are you an idiot?" she asked, her voice harsh. I'm sure she could see the surprised and hurt look on my face because right after she followed it with, "You're supposed to get on your knee!" and a smile. That gave me all the courage I'd been seeking, so I bent on my knee and practiced the speech I'd been building up nonstop for the past few months.
"Marissa Lynn Carming, I love you more than anything in the world, and I couldn't imagine my life without you. Will you agree to be mine forever?" I asked, still somewhat nervous.
"Of course! I've been waiting for this forever!" she exclaimed, embracing me. We got married six months later. Six months after that, we had our first child. Marissa wanted to name her Theresa, but I had a better name. Hope.
Hope turned out to be even smarter than Marissa. She learned to read by her third birthday, and could do simple math at four. She skipped several grades, but Marissa always refused to let anyone from the media even glance at her; we had already gone over that path. While the world would always miss Marissa Carming, author extraordinaire, we always had her to ourselves. Me and my Hope.
I'm so sorry for the last ending and chapters in general. I know that they sucked and were horrible, but please let me avenge myself by saying that I would like to give you an alternate ending that isn't tainted by my anger. I have to admit, while I was typing it, I knew it was wrong and that I should come up with something else, and I have no idea why I posted it. So sorry! This will start off right after David comes rushing out of the building and stuff.
I could see Missy out on the street, seemingly deep in thought. Hurrying to leave so I wouldn't miss her, I dashed out of the building as fast as possible. "Missy!" I screamed when I was in hearing distance. She spun around, revealing the tears running down her beautiful face. Finally meeting her, I wiped the tears from her face and pulled her into a tight embrace. "I missed you," I mumbled into her soft hair.
"Me too," I heard her sob back. "I'm so sorry I've been ignoring you." The crying was uncontrollable. "I'm a failure."
"No, you aren't. You are a beautiful, successful, intelligent woman, and any man would be lucky to have you. And," I hesitated, not sure if I wanted to give myself up so soon. "I'm in love with you." There. I'd said it to her face, and she hadn't punched me. In fact, she smiled.
"Really?" she said with a sniffle. I nodded, not sure what to say. Hugging me tightly, she whispered, "Me too." This brought a smile to my face as we stood outside in the snow, hugging each other so tightly we could barely breathe. It was the perfect moment with the perfect girl. I was in total bliss. I must be the luckiest guy on the planet. That's when I heard the worst thing possible.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't the famous Marissa Carming, cheating on me. Oh well, I knew it'd happen sooner or later. I was just hoping I'd be able to get Hannah first!" Ben yelled furiously.
"Ben, what are you doing here? And I thought that was only for the media?" Missy choked, completely confused by his presence.
"Missy, we are going to be together forever. Now get in the car," he commanded, pointing his finger at the vehicle he had left from for effect. You had to be kidding me. Was this guy serious?
"Screw you loser!" I laughed, giving him the finger. "Come on Missy, let's get you home." And the world seemed right once again.
Soon after, a huge wedding took place. No, not me and Marissa's, but Lydia's. She had been dating her boss for a while now, and they had finally decided to tie the knot. She looked gorgeous and happy, so no one was bothered by the thirteen year age difference. I was hardly even paying attention to the service. After brining Missy home, I had gone out and bought the ring, I was just too scared to actually propose. And this was the perfect moment. All of my family was here; she had no family, so that couldn't even be arranged. I was ready.
The reception went on, and I was practically drowning in my nervous sweat. I had to build up to this. So after the toasts were finished and the dancing had begun, I turned to her. "Um, Missy, can we talk?" I asked.
"God, David are you an idiot?" she asked, her voice harsh. I'm sure she could see the surprised and hurt look on my face because right after she followed it with, "You're supposed to get on your knee!" and a smile. That gave me all the courage I'd been seeking, so I bent on my knee and practiced the speech I'd been building up nonstop for the past few months.
"Marissa Lynn Carming, I love you more than anything in the world, and I couldn't imagine my life without you. Will you agree to be mine forever?" I asked, still somewhat nervous.
"Of course! I've been waiting for this forever!" she exclaimed, embracing me. We got married six months later. Six months after that, we had our first child. Marissa wanted to name her Theresa, but I had a better name. Hope.
Hope turned out to be even smarter than Marissa. She learned to read by her third birthday, and could do simple math at four. She skipped several grades, but Marissa always refused to let anyone from the media even glance at her; we had already gone over that path. While the world would always miss Marissa Carming, author extraordinaire, we always had her to ourselves. Me and my Hope.
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