The Tutor

Old Ending (NOT THE ENDING ANY MORE)

Everyone hated how I wanted to end my book. I understood that people were going to be upset, but I don't want to get anymore hate. I get it from comments to direct messaging saying how I ruined my story or that I am a terrible writer. I reached my limit, so I changed it. I will be writing distraction now too (Life got in the way). I hope you all still want Distraction. I will be posting a lot tonight. So for everyone who hated my ending, I changed it.

So to anyone confused or liked the old ending, I am sorry. I will post the old ending here if you want to read it. The new one is the chapter sixteen.

My back pressed against the cold stone as I lit my cigarette. I breathed in the nicotine as I looked at the stone's words.

Here lays

Clarence Rosalyn Smith.

1999-2026

Let her soul rest in peace.

It was such bullshit. I shouldn't have let Faith engrave it, I should have. It wouldn't have been such bullshit if I did. Clarence would never be a peace; she was taken too soon, and suffered the whole time.

I pulled at my tie, and took another breath of my poison. Unlike Romeo, I can't get the stuff that kills instantly.

"We should get you home, Justin." Faith said gently as if I'm a bomb. Like I will explode if you press the wrong thing.

"What's there for me?" I hissed at her. Maybe I was a bomb. Maybe I should be put in a home. Maybe they should let me die with her.

"I know it's hard, but you can move on. It hurts now, but it's only been a few weeks." Faith smiled at me, and rubbed my shoulder.

"A few weeks of hell. My life has been nothing, but hell! I lost the one thing I loved most in this world!" I yelled. I took a long breath of my cigarette to calm me, "I'm staying here for the night."

"Don't do this, Justin." Her voice was filled with desperation. Almost how mine was when we found out.

"Well you can fix it, right?" My voice was filled with fear, and desperation as I gripped onto her hand.

"Justin, I don't think they can. My mother couldn't get fixed." She whispered as she leaned against me in the office.

"That is true, we cannot cure fatal familial insomnia. It's a genetic mutation that cannot be fix." His voice was monotone, showing barely any sympathy.

"How long do I have?" Her voice was quiet as she gripped onto my arm.

"It's hard to say." His voice showed a bit of guilt, "I'm sorry."

She leaned into me, and cried. I held my pain in, it wasn't my time to cry. She needed me to be her rock right now.

"You may have lost your niece, but I lost my best friend. I lost my wife. I lost everything!" I yelled again. I breathed smoke out, slowly, "So I will stay here for the night."

She sighed as she started to back away. She took one more look of the mess I have become before turning away, and walking to her car. When she drove away, I allowed myself to cry. To let the heaving, and tears to overtake my body as I traced over the engraved words.

I lost my Juliette.