Brainstorm

It is difficult to describe.

We sat there, talking, animated, hands flying, eyes bright and wide, creative and fiery, and then I got it. And I grabbed him by the shoulders and gasped, "Thank you. Adam, thank you, I know how to end the book now, I know what to do." and I took his face in my hands and said, with severe passion, "Thank you, thank you." I kissed him, hard. His eyes were so blue, so bright, and he was with me in my mind and he flew with my imagination.
"Destroy the world," he told me. "let the villain win. Let him really win. Let it all be gone. Everything changes."
We turned to the dining room table. He took the salt shaker and the pepper shaker, the lighter and the shot glass. Characters in the book. Separated and then together again. The cookie tin became the barrier she is trapped behind.
"She'll come back, though," I said. "She has to wake up and come back. After all, the phoenix resurrects."
We talked about how timelines could split, how reality could alter. And there would still be destruction and darkness. Who said there had to be a happy ending?
"I will destroy the world," I said happily.
But, we knew, she would come back. She could reset reality, split off a new timeline, or restore the original. Either way, though, nothing would be the same. There would be changes and scars. Nothing would be healed.
That will take a few chapters. Sometimes when books wrap everything up nice and neat in the last chapter, it bothers me. Life doesn't work that way. It has to be complete. The heroes cannot always win.
I love him for this. Spark. He's good like that. If you could only see how blue his eyes can be when he--
Thank you, Adam.
Tomorrow, I write. And maybe I begin the destruction.
But hope always survives.