Always Keep Fighting Mga Nobela at Kwento

And I would fight to keep it. Until my last breath. Until the very end. Because that is what mothers do. We fight. We survive. We protect. No matter the cost. No matter the pain. No matter the endless war. We endure. Always.

Standing up, i put my hand on the door knob. "Why?" "Because I'm broken, and broken souls break people," History really repeats itself, everytime. "You keep running,cradon't you stay and fight, be a fighter," " It's not that easy, sometimes, sometimes it hurts so bad, that I can't even breathe." ' let's fight together, don't leave me,' he says in a whisper. I stop at the door holding t

Forever forward. Forever fighting. Forever refusing to surrender. That was the legacy. That was the mission. That was everything. And it would not die without the greatest battle they could give. Not now. Not ever. Never.

And for her, I’ll keep fighting. Always.

As if it took every ounce of strength she possessed. DON’T GIVE UP. YOU HAVE TO FIGHT, JESSE. FIGHT FOR HIM. NO ONE HAS EVER FOUGHT FOR HIM. FIGHT FOR HIM. I sobbed, shaking my head. It was impossible. I couldn’t fight anymore. Impossible. And unfair— KEEP FIGHTING. SHOW HIM WHAT TRUE LOVE MEANS. THAT’S YOUR STRENGTH. SHOW HIM. KEEP FIGHTING. DON’T GIVE UP JESSE. KEEP FIGHTING…

I will never stop fighting for us. We might not feel the same way we do tomorrow, or two months from now, or six years down the road. We won't always have that spark, that fire, that intensity to our love. But I promise I'll keep fighting for us to find it. I promise to keep fighting for us, bring us together. I promise to keep fighting for the people we once were. And if we change, I'll fight to help us relearn each other and love each other again. I'll be your strength.

Something worth fighting for. Previous

A promise. We would fight. We would protect. We would rise. And we would never be broken again.

"Promise me." "I promise. If you die I'll keep fighting. Keep building. Keep making your death mean something. But Freya?" I tilt her face up. "You're not dying. Neither of us is dying. We're surviving. Together. Because that's what we do. We survive. We fight. We win. Together. Always together." "Always together." She agrees. Though we both know it's a promise we might not be able to keep. Tomorrow is unpredictable. One or both of us might not survive. Might not make it. Might die fighting for what we believe in.

Rising still. Always.