A Beloved Existence Novels & Stories

It was a gift. He picked up the flowerpot and brought it inside, placing it on a tabletop near his stack of novels. He admired the cactus for a moment, fondness blooming quietly in his chest. Nathan must be nearby. If he’d brought a gift, he must’ve returned to the estate. Sarang decided to go find him. A young man covered in armour sat on a great throne with his left hand gripping a spear. The grand sculpture of the male god Kaelvar—another god worshipped in Eldoria—was a benevolent sight from the stone pavilion.

Trust was becoming certainty. Because love made it so. Connection made it so. Mattering made it so. And that was enough. That was everything. That was why existence was worth protecting. For moments like this. For love like this. For life like this. And nothing the First Dark offered could compare. Could compete. Could convince otherwise. Existence won. Something triumphed over nothing. Life proved superior to non-being. Not through logic. Not through argument. Not through proof. Through love. Through connection. Through mattering.

, she said, with sorrow in her voice. “There’s nothing to understand , I was there, remember?” He said. “No, you don’t, because, your father and I weren’t true beloved ones”, she said. “We were chosen ones because we never met our true beloved, and the reason was that they were dead”, her voice trembled. Draven felt like a spear hit straight to his heart.

Never in my existence did I believe that life could end as it did, shocking was the truth. The horror of that night and by whose hand death came. Though I have not seen that blood-sucking parasite, I still remember the pain and tragedy she caused. My rebirth through fire and blood did nothing to quench the pain of losing love and a part of my soul at that same moment. It became a never-ending agony for years. I live, hoping that love is not fully lost because, in every shadow of night, there is breaking dawn. The universe is magical, and in its power, life can be reborn...Just as I am reborn, love will surely one day live again. This is all that I can pray and hope for.

He lifts his head from my lap and looks deep into my eyes. “You are no ordinary woman for me, Blossom. You are the reason for this,” he places my hand on his chest, where the heart is located. “Is still beating.” “And it will stop if you leave me because then there would be no meaning in living this life. Without you it’s meaningless.” He leans in closer. “I never imagined that one day I would start loving my life because you are in it. Your existence is the pillar to my life and without you, it will collapse in the blink of an eye.”

But also the contentment of still being able to watch over loved ones. Every sacrifice. Every choice. Every moment of love that built civilization. I shared it all. Made the Unmakers FEEL instead of just observe. And something impossible happened. The Unmakers cried. Cosmic entities, eternal ORDER, beings who'd existed since before existence, wept at the beauty of imperfect, chaotic, temporary existence. "This feeling," one whispered. "This overwhelming sensation. What is it?" "Love," I said simply. "Recognition that something matters. That loss would hurt. That existence has meaning beyond perfect stasis."

she said as she pointed my heart “This is the only place I will exist. This heart will always beat for me, right? You will keep existing so I can also exist?” I nodded, still crying. She pulled away and I tried reaching for her but as I attempt to—the distance keeps growing “Because, you're the only one who knows my existence...” she said as she slowly fade away I didn't shout, I didn't throw a tantrum. I just watched her—watched the child that I could've had but lose her. She smiled so brightly—as if she's telling me my choice was not a sin. It was a gift. I woke up from the buzzing of my phone. I slowly sit upright. I fell asleep on the couch with my laptop still open.

Messy complicated beautiful love. That was worth it. Worth everything. Worth living for. Worth dying for. Worth existing for. The Primal Court could take people. Could destabilize reality. Could erase existence. But they couldn't take this. Couldn't erase love. Couldn't destroy choice to celebrate. To be happy. To be alive. That was ours. Forever ours. Undeniably ours. And we were choosing it. Celebrating it. Honoring it. Despite everything. Because of everything. For everything.