The real ending for The Giver

Jones held Gabriel close to him, he tried the best he could to shelter the infant from the cold. He looked up at the mountain towering ahead of him, the little sunlight that there was reflecting on the snow, creating a thousand diamonds that sparkled and shimmered in the light. It created a blinding effect that made his situation a whole lot worse.

Just this mountain Jones thought after this mountain I should be good, but if there is just blank space beyond this mountain then… no, he couldn’t think of it that way. He looked down at Gabriel, the little baby’s lips where a purple-blue, like his fingers. He had to make it through the storm, had to keep Gabriel alive, and the only way to do both of those things was to go up the mountain.

Jones started up, taking in deep breathes that froze his lungs. He stumbled a little and fell, but he got back up, he had to. Jones compared how far he had gone to how far he had to go, a third of the way there, maybe. He kept on going, trying his hardest to keep Gabriel alive. In what seemed to Jonas like forever, he finally reached the top of the mountain and fell, he fell for eternity falling into abyss Finally his head touched the soft padding of snow, he loved the way it felt, laying down he didn’t need to worry about climbing up the hill. He thought he could rest there forever but then he heard a sound. He looked down and saw Gabriel crying, the tears freezing into ice of his face and that just made him cry more. Jones hugged him tightly and used all of the memory of sun he could get and transferred it into the baby. He looked down and actually thought he could see Gabriel smile a little. That's when Jones looked down the hill and he saw a house with something rising out of it, he couldn’t think of what it was exactly, but searching his memories he thought it might be smoke, or steam, he couldn’t tell for sure, though.

Then he looked down some more and saw it, a sled, its silver runners gleaming in the radiant sun. Jones picked up the rope, got on the sled, and used his feet to push off. Holding the rope with one hand and carrying gabriel with the other made it hard to have control over the sled, although using his memory of how he had done it before made it possible. After an exhilarating three minutes of straight downhill his ride came to a stop, he stood up, he was about five yards away from the house. He started toward it  yet on the porch he stopped, he didn’t know what to do next, the Giver hadn’t given him any memories on how to summon the residents of the house. Back home he would have pressed the button by the door and that would call whoever was inside, yet this house didn’t have a button. So he decided to say hello, and as soon as he did a woman appeared at the door, she looked at Gabriel and then at Jones, and before he could speak she let him inside. Inside there were children unwrapping boxes and as soon as they tore them open they would gasp at what was inside. Jones listened to the laughter, felt the atmosphere of the place and came up with the word from a memory the Giver had given him, a word that described the whole situation it one syllable-love.