Novel & Cerita A Beloved Existence

She hated them anyway, they were a big pain in the ass. After staring into space for a few seconds, she continued to walk barefoot on the streets. She did not shiver when the wind blew nor was she scared of the dark. All along she had a sinister smile on her face. Anybody who looked at her at that moment would be mesmerized by the beauty. She looked like a fallen angel, completely helpless and utterly beautiful. However, only she knew how she was feeling within. She took another gulp from the bottle, but it was already empty. Frowning lightly, she shook the bottle, trying to see if there was some more left. But not a drop fell from it.

Meg was going through a difficult time, perhaps the most difficult of her short life. When Martha died she felt immense pain, her soul was torn apart, but that pain was the work of fate, the pain she felt now, was not a work of chance, nor a fatality, the events were planned and executed by people close to her, and the person she loved the most did not believe in her innocence.

I said gently, stepping closer. She looked up at me, her eyes glassy but filled with something I hadn’t seen in years—hope. “Hades, this is… this is too much. They’ve done so much. That girl…” Her voice broke, and she shook her head. “That girl and her father—what kind of people just give so much without expecting anything in return?” I didn’t have an answer. “Good people,” I said simply. “People we’re not used to.” Her lips trembled as she sank onto the couch. “Do you think it’s okay for us to stay here? Do we deserve this?”

Their souls seemed to transcend every barrier, reaching the she-wolf they She smiled faintly at them. This was something they would never possess. They held absolute power in their hands and lived in the lap of luxury, yet they could never again touch that warmth they once knew. Remorse would haunt them for the rest of their lives, plunging them into daily cycles of agony and relentless torment. They would never find happiness again. They had lost their love. They had lost Serena. For all the days of their lives, they would never again know a single moment of joy.

His voice broke when he finally answered. “I think she did.” The creator closed his eyes briefly. And quietly— almost reverently— said the words none of us would ever forget: “Existence survives because nothing truly loved stays silent forever.”

I feel heard. Marley understood without needing translation. They didn’t cling to each other. They chose each other. Every morning. Every shared grocery run. Every argument resolved at the kitchen table. Every quiet evening where nothing dramatic happened at all. Platonic soulmates didn’t look like fireworks. They looked like this. Steady presence, fierce loyalty, shared rent, shared secrets, shared survival. When Marley watched Raegan sprawled on the living room floor now, laughing, messy, alive.. she didn’t feel like a bystander to someone else’s life. She felt like a co-author. Raegan, glancing up and catching her eye from across the room, didn’t see a rescuer. She saw her person. Not ins

The wife can choose, but the mother and father only have one. A marriage will not be happy if both people are not blessed by their loved ones. “Why? Why so? Emily… you… you know better than anyone, you know how much I love you.” He put his hands on the table and looked painfully into her eyes. “Love needs to come from both sides. When I stop loving someone, I realize that love is not as valuable as I thought. Don't you see that I live better and happier without you by my side?” Kevin's hands gripped the table even tighter. His head bowed, and tears fell like rain, each drop continuously falling onto the smooth wooden table, his shoulders kept shaking and then, he burst into tears like an aba

Best resort was to stick to the shadows and try not to draw any attention towards yourself. The sun slowly began to sink into the sky as I slowly ate my meal. Emma would occasionally wander from behind the door, gentle gaze studying my lone form and red lips stretched wide in a motherly smile. Her concern for me was heartwarming. Reminding me that I had another slice of pie waiting if I desired. Asking I needed another scoop of ice cream to my diminishing bowl of chocolate frozen treat. Swapping my empty glass of soda with a freshly filled one without a moment's hesitation. Her attention and affection was addicting.

Joan felt a sharp pain in chest. A pat on Joan's shoulder as a form of encouragement from his friend. “Everything will pass, the most important thing is that you still believe! If it's important to you, then keep it. You have to be stronger to protect what you think is valuable.” With Joan's current condition, he admits that feels weak, but losing Lynd and letting her go to be with other men will never be Joan's choice not at all. ***

But I can't. Life may as well be the abomination of nature. Life only exists here. On this planet. In this universe. No other has been found. Because it's hell here. And I'm living it. I won't end it. But I want to. I'll never eat or love again. Misery is my friend. Now and forever, as it always has been.