Novel & Cerita Ain't It Fun Living In The Real World Lyrics

Things are gonna be fun. ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________

All I want to do is run and hunt, run and hunt, and be in the wild for as long as I can. My lin is back, and the world feels so light, I don’t feel so alone anymore!

This world is so cruel. ***

My jaw drops at his comment, and he shrugs, fading away. "Wait, nothing was resolved!" I cry out. "The wolf one is waking you up." he replies, giving me a little wave.

Our faces in the picture were bashful. I brought out the photo album and flipped through each page slowly. Now that I thought of it, Gianna had been the one who suggested we take these photos. She said that she wanted to record our lives, especially our hardships, so that we could make up for them in the future. Gianna and I experienced a lot of hardships in the past, and we used to live a difficult life back then. We used to huddle together in a small, rented flat and watch pirated DVDs at night. We also used to fight over the last chicken nugget during Christmas dinner.

It was honestly laughable. After hearing the words I had longed for during the entirety of my previous life, I now felt nothing but complete calm. It was too late. "It's all in the past. I'm doing well here. I hope we all live our own lives peacefully," I answered softly. I thought I would never see any of them again, so I didn't expect to run into Matthew. That day, I was submitting my internship application to the Spearpoint Unit when Matthew appeared before me, covered in dust and panting.

"The one I love is you. It was always you." "I never treated you like a plaything. My feelings for you were real, I just never realized it." I listened quietly, then spoke. "Rhys, let me ask you a question." "Go ahead," he said, a flicker of hope in his voice. "We're just having fun, right?" I said, throwing his own words back at him. The other end of the line went dead silent. "You said that yourself," I continued. "Now you're telling me you're in love with me. What am I supposed to think?"

My life had only just begun. —The End

a middle-aged woman beside me exclaimed, tears streaking her face, but she held my hand with visible joy. "Am I… dead?"

Lit up the dust motes dancing in the air. From downstairs came the sounds of street vendors. Children laughing. Cars passing. Real life. Right there. "Look at them. Living their lives. Crying and laughing over love and loss." "The floor you're standing on. The air you're breathing. The food you eat. Which one of these is virtual?" I turned around. Backlit by the sun. "Your heartbeat is real. Your tears are real. Pain is real. Love is real." "How are we paper characters?" "And even if we weren't? How do you know your 'real world' isn't just a book from a higher dimension?"