Romans & histoires A Man Will Sacrifice His Happiness

"You're the reason of my life now, Eve. My heart will only beat for you. Today I swear on life that as long as I am alive, I will make sure to protect the smile of your lips, the spark of your eyes, the charm of your face, the dreams of your life. I will do anything to fulfil your life with happiness even if.... I have to sacrifice my own happiness for that" *****

"Did you ever regret it?" I ask quietly. "Every day." The admission slips out before he can stop it. For just a moment, his mask falls, and I see the man underneath. The man who sacrificed his happiness for duty and has been paying for it ever since. Then the mask snaps back into place. "But regret is a luxury we can't afford," he says. "Not when we have a pack to protect. Not when we have a legacy to preserve." "And if I refuse? If I choose her anyway?"

I want him to be happy. Is that not what sacrifice is all made up of? I know that if it was me, that had to go, that he would do the very same. Of course, he is my soldier, and I will miss him, but this is the best for both of us. It does not mean, though, that it should not hurt like a bitch.

"You're not selfish for choosing to feel something instead of just going through the motions." "But I am." He pulled back slightly, his eyes red and wet. "I'm choosing you over everyone and everything else, choosing my happiness over my duty, choosing desire over devotion. That's the definition of selfish." "Or maybe it's just human." I wiped tears from his cheeks with my thumbs. "Maybe God doesn't want you to suffer for the rest of your life, maybe redemption isn't about denying yourself every good thing, maybe you're allowed to be happy after everything you've been through."

Did this man not know that the more he talked the more he pissed me off? The group halted, all attention turned on me. The youngest soldier glued himself to the ground as he looked away to avoid my wrath. “Suicide,” I scoffed. “That is what I’m hearing from you. You want me to kill myself… and for what?” “Sacrifice.” He corrected gently as though he could make it easier with the gift of his old wisdom. “To sacrifice for the greater good.” I let out a sharp laugh, one without humor. “Sacrifice. Yes. Let me remind you what exactly we’ve sacrificed.”

“But have you ever considered the fact that your father would not want you to carry this burden and guilt? Did you ever consider the fact that this isn’t what he wanted for you? That he wanted you to be genuinely happy?” “What if this is a one-sided love?” I questioned with a straight face. “Then our tale will be different because I will love you enough for nine lives. And I never single life, I will love you intensely, because love is sacrifice and your happiness matters more to me than anything else.” He spoke softly and squeezed my hand. “What if my happiness laid in you leaving me Alone? Going far away from me because—“ Tyler shushed me and once again we were dangerously close and I was

Would he let them go? He lowered his head and looked at them with contempt, but he needs to maintain some level of professionality. “I know it’s hard,” he said. “I know it’s lonely. I know it’s painful. But it’s also necessary. It’s also noble. It’s also honorable.” He jumped off the boulder and walked among them, shoving them with his massive body. .. “This is the sacrifice we make for the safety of our pack,” he whispered to each one of them. “This is the price we pay for our freedom and happiness.”

"Are you really going to give up your happiness, Miles? If I'm yours, think a hundred times more about your decision. Getting married is no joke, you know that. It's a lifetime commitment." I snorted and sighed. "I know that, Andrea. Getting married is a big deal to me and if I do, it should be with the person I already love and not with a gay man who stole my boyfriend," I said as if I owned the last words. "But nothing I can't do anymore, I'm already in prison, Andrea. There's nothing I can do but agree or sacrifice Dad's life. I can't lose him because I insist on my happiness, right? "

He voiced out. Patricia sighed. “I understand you, sir,” she uttered. She went silent for a second and locked eyes with Bastian. “But, sir, why will you sacrifice your happiness for others? Is it worth it? Do you really want to do this?” Bastian confidently gazed into her eyes and gave an instant response. “Yes, I really want to do this. I am ready to do this, and I want to sacrifice my happiness for others because they are the source of my happiness. Their happiness will contribute to mine and lastly, they are all worth it, especially Williams,” he poured out. “He has always known me as his father, and I will do what a responsible father should do for his son’s happiness. I will trade mine

Although I know that it can’t be true but I don’t want to keep this subject of the conversation take too long. “Can you see the irony?” “Vividly *scoffs* I want to see you happy… that will also make me the happiest” “I can’t believe you” “To love means sacrifice and I am sacrificing my own happiness for you…” he’s widely smiling at me. I’m not impressed with his martyrdom. What does he think can make me happy? It’s not in that love or guy that he’s saying that can make me happy… it’s when I already got justice and see Tyler suffer in jail. Happiness is not even certain even after I get justice… will never be happy again just like how I used to.