100 Reasons To Stay Alive Novels & Stories

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I am an outsider, an outcast to this foreign place, alone and homeless. On the way to this point, I several times thought of giving up. Because why am I still alive? For what else? To live a life full of misery is useless. To live with a haunting past is like living in nightmares. So now, the question repeats itself in my mind. Why am I still thriving to live until now? It is the question I always ask myself every time I'm in danger. Because it reminds me of my reasons. And each time I remember the purpose of this life, it gives me the fuel to live.

"If we can hold out past the extermination order, if we can prove we're too difficult to eliminate easily, Parliament might back down." "You don't believe that." "No. But it's better than accepting we're all dead." I'm being honest. Always been honest. "Seven days. We use every hour. Prepare defenses. Train fighters. Stock supplies. Evacuate non-combatants. Do everything possible to maximize survival." "And if it's not enough?" "Then we die fighting. Together. As a community." I meet her eyes. "Better than dying alone in gutters. Which is where we'd be without Callum."

I whispered. The network stilled. Listening. I stepped forward slowly into the fractured consciousness. Tears still burning down my face. “Yes, emotions hurt,” I said shakily. “They make people irrational.” The cold faction pulsed once. Agreement. “But emotions are also the reason anyone ever stayed with someone dying.” The threads flickered. “Emotions are why people sacrifice themselves for strangers.” More hesitation spread. “Emotions are why humanity keeps surviving impossible things.” The cold faction remained calm.

“Exactly why do you think I need to stay here?” He shrugs while pouring ketchup on his meat. His gaze refuses to meet mine. “How else will I know you’re safe? You, of all people, should understand how dangerous the world is. How many things can go wrong. Anything could happen. You could be driving to work one day, completely innocent, and end up dead.” “That could happen to anybody at any time. You can't expect me to stop living my life just because you know how bad the world can be. Death happens. It’s inescapable.”

That every day counts and every moment matters because you never know when it might be your last. “And perhaps that’s also why she’s the perfect woman for me to settle down with. I never want to lose this feeling of being alive again. I want to hold onto it forever, and only she can give me that sense of purpose, that reason to keep living every single day. Only she can complete me.

"I need more than that. Help me understand why this is happening." He stands, his figure a silhouette against the dim lighting. "I can’t. Just... just try to stay alive." His advice is grim, his departure swift as he turns and leaves the room, the door locking behind him with a definitive click. Left alone once again, the gravity of his words weighs heavily on me. 'Stay alive.' As if survival were just a matter of will when every second here is a battle against both physical agony and creeping despair. But Josh’s warning about Rex sticks with me. represents.

The city lights glittered around her, mocking the storm of emotion swirling in her chest. Jaxon joined her quietly. “You don’t have to pretend you’re fine,” he said. “I’m not,” she replied flatly. “I’m barely holding it together.” They stood in silence for a moment. The wind tugged at Riley’s hair, whipping it into her face. “I keep wondering,” she said quietly, “if this is why I was kept alive. If the universe let me survive just to deal with this all over again.” Jaxon looked at her. “You were kept alive because you’re stronger than you think. And because someone needs to finish what those bastards started.”

I can no longer think about leaving Aphrodite or going away from her. I need her, without realizing it suddenly Aphrodite has become my reason to stay alive. I really love her, I want to take care of her, that's why I have to stay alive. Yeah, stay alive to see her smile every day. 'Thank you, Jack. Because you have brought Aphrodite into my immortality. Thank you.'

Just 83 days left. The truth is, I am still processing the thought that I have only few time left to live a life. I only have three months or shorter to prove to my self that existing is a lovely present. People may see me that I already accepted the truth, but that's the opposite. Everytime the clouds turned dark, I am forcing my heart not to cry out. I am giving smiles even though I got a lot of questions running back and forth inside my own mind. Why it has to be me?