A Beloved Existence Novels & Stories

Your Mom is out there, somewhere, surviving still—at least a piece of her is. "You believe that?", I ask. "I do," he says. "I really do." I do not. Believe it. I don't don't disbelieve entirely, though. Because the idea that we will never leave existence absolutely is comforting for the moment—even if it is a lie. Also, I want to believe mainly because he said it. I want to believe anything he says. * Burn me, gently gently If I were to die tomorrow, If you woke up to my body, stiff, lifeless,

“More of this. Living. Loving. Being present.” “That’s it? After everything, we just… exist?” “Not just exist. Choose how to exist. Every day, we choose love over power. Connection over achievement. “Sounds almost boring.” “Boring is underrated. After years of crisis, boring sounds perfect.” He was right. The dramatic battles were over. Now came the work of living well—being good parents, good partners, good humans. “I’m proud of us,” I said. “Of what we built. Of who we became.”

"We are all humans.. you and me. We are equally perishable and mortal which sometimes makes us believe that our existence has no point since we were basically born at the verge of death. The word mortal itself suggest someone who is born to die and yet I do not think of mortality as a curse but more like a favour from God. You see it's not about how long you have to live but what you do with the time you have to live. I could live 1 billion years as some supernatural entity without a purpose and someone to hold dear to me and that would mean that my existence is pointless But If I spend tomorrow watching the people I love and adore sitting on the dining table with me laughing and striking up

It was about choice. "I'll start, " Kael said. "I think existence should keep going. Not because suffering doesn't matter. Because meaning can come from pain. Because love is worth the risk even if it might not work out. Because beings deserve to exist to choose, to hope. Even if that hope might be disappointing." He took a breath. "I've only existed for a time. The Quiet Ones have been around for longer. They have seen suffering more than I can imagine. Their perspective is valid.. What matters is not what they think but what all of us think.. I choose to believe that existence with all its suffering is worth continuing."

Aisha looked down at the notebooks. At the life contained inside them. At the family that had never existed. And for the first time since arriving at Belle Vue, she felt something unexpected. Not professional curiosity. Not clinical interest. Something far more dangerous. Compassion. Because somewhere inside those pages she had glimpsed a lonely man constructing an entire universe simply so he wouldn't have to face the possibility of being completely alone. And somehow that felt more heartbreaking than any illness. The rain continued falling outside. Far across the hospital, Arman sat beside his window writing another chapter of a life that had never happened.

Rex glanced at her when she said that. Not because he disagreed. Because he understood how radical that idea was in a place like this. The void responded slowly. “To ‘be’ without resolution…” A pause. “That is unfamiliar.” The elderly woman finally spoke again. “That’s existence.” Silence. That word hung differently than before. Existence. Not becoming. Not ending. Just… being present long enough to witness itself. The void shifted slightly. “I will attempt this state.” Astra blinked. “That sounds like trying a new skill,” she said.

Even when going out to pick up bottles, there would be bottles rolling toward me out of nowhere, even though there was clearly no trash nearby. Aliana was certain that someone had been by her side, always helping her. After realizing this, her withered heart finally gained a little nourishment. The goal of surviving every day has also turned into meeting this 'mysterious' kind-hearted person every day. Aliana affectionately referred to this mysterious person as 'Mr. Long Legs' in her heart. Every time Mr. Long Legs came, Aliana could feel warmth in her heart. The moldy basement didn't seem so embarrassing either.

“I hope you don’t mind.” At that time, she had been deeply curious about James. An orphan who had started with so little yet seized every opportunity to climb upward, changing his fate step by step. He lived with such confidence, determination, and resilience. It was a strength and tenacity she deeply admired and yearned for herself. “My first memory erasure operation was for my mother,” said Jessica, her gaze drifting to the scenery outside the window. The leaves swayed gently as someone sang beneath the trees. “To embrace a new life one would need to completely let go of the past.”

Startled, I spun around swiftly, almost losing my footing at the unexpected presence behind me. Just in time, Thomas reached out and supported me, and for a tiny instant, an unexplainable connection passed between us. “Th…thank you. You startled me Thomas.” Gathering my breath. Thomas couldn't help but be taken by my elegance and beauty, obvious even in my disarrayed condition. A flood of love and compassion surrounded us. “My apologies, Elah. I didn't want to surprise you.” “It's okay, Thomas. I needed time apart from the festivities.”