All But My Life Novels & Stories

I remembered the harsh words he said to me in one of the attempts. even without him telling me I feel that our connection is getting stronger every time he bites me... I clean my skin with perfumed water. It is already a routine to wake up at night, this was a change that I've gotten used to. I took refuge in the bathtub, I plunged my whole body into it and held my breath for 10 seconds sitting down and then covering my breasts with my hands. I spend days thinking about Alec and the chalice condition, that cruel and sad condition of my new life to which feeding him is part.

This was my life now! ____________________________________

Life couldn't be any better. THE END

Life is so confusing. ***

Even his closest friend, Richard Bruno, had told me, "Tony's harsh words don't mean anything. He's soft on the inside. If he didn't care for you, why would he keep saving your life?" I had believed them. I had believed in him. I walked down the aisle filled with hope. But when Elma died, I finally understood the truth. He had never loved me at all. His final words—"In the next life, I never want to meet you again"—were a blade I would carry in my heart forever. Now, with this second chance, I decided to honor that wish. He had saved me enough for one lifetime. I only hoped he would live longer this time. And perhaps... I could finally see what my life could be without him in it.

My real life had only just begun. (The End)

But when I saw Tatiana's name on the screen, I was genuinely shocked. In both lives, we had never exchanged a private phone call. We both loved Matthew. In my past life, I refused to give him up, and she hated me for a lifetime. She even taught my own son to reject me. In this life, I retreated first. I removed myself from everything and escaped to the far Northern Territory. I never imagined we would speak at all. After a moment's hesitation, I answered. "Why aren't you coming back for the Full Moon Festival?" Her voice was stiff and unfriendly. It completely lacked warmth.

The clock on her phone reads 5:02 a.m. Dawn is still an idea rather than a reality, the sky outside the window pale and undecided. Claire sends the message, drops her phone onto the mattress, and finally lets exhaustion pull her under. She doesn't see it. She doesn't see the quiet system notice beneath the text—message failed to deliver. Lately, life tastes flat. Nothing excites her. Nothing comforts her. And now that she's finally said the words—

Chaos erupted in the room as everyone swarmed the class leader. "Why don't we make this more interesting? Everyone should pick a random letter and read it aloud." "That's a good idea. I'll go first!" The most energetic student in their class, Thomas Dalton, squeezed through the crowd and grabbed a letter at random. The others rushed him, prompting him to tear open the envelope. He cleared his throat and unfolded the letter. "To Gabriella Candola five years from now, are you doing well? I'm sitting under the sun as I write this letter to you. Although I have no idea where you are, or what you're feeling when you read this letter, I still want to share my current thoughts with you."

My life had only just begun. —The End