“Making It” (Last Sentence(s), Book One)
23 months have passed; I'm no longer in financial debt (but of course still in karmic debt), and I've been able to work for myself the past 18 months - but the company isn't guaranteed survival and humanity is in a crisis like never before. This lifebook is seemingly over, but a new lifebook seemingly begins - and its first lifechapter seemingly in medias res as I race to prepare the office for a weekly team meeting. TO BE CONTINUED
To give readers hope that their lives can live on
Fairytales don't really have a happy ending, at least not when and where they're claiming one to be. Where they decide to end the fairytale is a happy moment in that story, but the story's not really complete. Like clockwork traveling through time, even if we were all gone and there's no one to keep track of it.
So this is my happy ending. Not to my life, but to this chapter in it.
Do novels have sequels? Whatever. This one would.
It's over. But I know that in the end, I succeeded. There has to be some way to bring her back and I'm confident they can find it. That's why I saved them. Sometimes I wish I could be less heroic, so I wouldn't be dying right now. How horrible, right? Just another end to just another story that I never thought I'd be living in.
I know I did the right thing. I know I did the right thing. I know I did the right thing.