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Nineteen
Life isn’t about who made it look perfect but who made the most of it.
I breathed deeply. The sky is the perfect shade of blue. The mighty sun shined high kissing my skin, creating the perfect tan. It had been a long time; I missed the smell of the ocean. It was a treat from what happened for the past week. And I wished I could just stay under the water, feel its calming waves. It was truly a paradise.
“Hey, you looked like a piece of art.”
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Sweet Submission Twenty
Life is a battleground. It’s an endless race to an imperceptible finish line where only those who have strong wills prevails.I was giving Yulian a silent treatment for the past two hours. And the plane was getting ridiculously quiet for the lack of noise. But there were no words to explain to him that I didn’t want to go because of his grandfather. How could I possibly tell him that we have some sort of history? And me passing out after seeing him last time wasn’t helping my brain at all. I couldn’t stop imagining what will happen to me when I see him again.
Sweet Submission Twenty One
Death is the common denominator of all people. Therefore, life has only one goal and that is to die. But to die pitifully is a mortal sin. People must aim to die a meaningful death.“They are all criminals Mi Eliza; they’re going to die anyway! Besides, we are offering them a way out if they survived the hunt.” Yulian reasoned out chasing after me. I run out of the garden trying to escape the words coming off his grandfather’s mouth. I needed to be alone with myself however Yulian wouldn’t let me.Nonetheles
Sweet Submission Twenty Two
There are the hunters and there are the hunted. It is for you to decide if you are going to be the hunter or the hunted. Being a victim is always a choice.Yulian was right, his family wouldn’t let the criminals get ahead of them. Before midnight of the next day, fireworks were set to signal the end of the hunt.Unimaginable joy filled my heart when Yulian whispered to my ears that it ended and we could come home at once. I jumped like a sugar-crazed kid hearing the news.
Sweet Submission Twenty Three
The scariest game of all time might be Hide and Seek, when you don’t know who’s it.“Who are you?” I was trying to be calm despite my situation. Thinking two steps ahead wouldn’t be any help. Besides, the only thing I could come up with were all bloody horrible scenarios.“I told you already, we’re going to play a game.”
Sweet Submission Twenty Four
Pain is our brain’s way of telling us we are still alive.“I told you this before, don’t be such a stubborn child. If you can do everything, they tell you to do then do it. Is it really that difficult?” Alice wiped my body with a wet cold cloth. “Now look at you?”I coughed my chest was hurting so bad. “I am so sorry Alice.”
Sweet Submission Twenty Five
It takes a great deal of bravery to turn your back from people who hurt you, even if they are your family. Blood shouldn’t be a hindrance to someone’s happiness, especially yours.“Eliza! What are you thinking?” Yulian hollered running to my side, taking away the hand of his father off my collar. “Why won’t you listen to me?” I stared at him blankly, I was too busy absorbing the latest fact about his family.I couldn’t believe that Mikhail was part of the Zoryas. How could I m
Sweet Submission Twenty Six
Trust isn’t an overnight process. There are certain criteria you should meet for someone to give their trust to you. But then there are times when you are overshadowed with familiarity and good intuition.“How would that be even possible? I don’t have any idea where to look.”Mikhail shook his head. “You don’t have to know. We still have two months to spare,” he commented pointing to my cast. “You just have to earn that old man’s trust for the meantime.”
Sweet Submission Twenty Seven
Monsters aren't born, they are handcrafted.I guess it’s your lucky night,” commented Arthuro with a hearty laugh.“I guess so too,” I answered taking my eyes away as they drag the lifeless body of Machine down t
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