Because It's My First Life Novels & Stories

she condo, petting her “why I’m I happy his dead, I don’t deserve him as a father, he was Good. I’m a horrible person” she cried. “you’re a very great man. I and my siblings, has promised to honour you, and be the pride of this family” Kaima inhaled, glanced at the people.

Life’s first spark. The breeze lifted my hair, silver strands fanning across my shoulders. Tears shimmered in my eyes. Not of sorrow. Of gratitude. Of release. Of the fragile birth of happiness. “It’s beautiful…” I whispered. “So beautiful it hurts.” His chest tightened at my words. He stepped closer, careful not to touch. “The world is not always cruel,” he said quietly. “And you must learn again to see the beauty they stole from you.” I closed my eyes, breathing the air as though I could drink in the promise itself. And there, barefoot in the dewy grass, I felt it for the first time: I was not just surviving. I was living.

And I will. I won't ever leave that boy alone, not even once he's grown and really, really wishing I could get the fuck out of his life. Even then, I won't. I lay back and look at the sky again. This is the best day of my life. Or... the first day of my real, actual life. So, this is actually only the beginning. ✨✨ THE END ✨✨

And for the first time in my life — I didn’t know what to do next. Because whichever path I chose — I might not survive it.

Why? I hate the fact that I'm a human now more than ever. I wish I was not even born. What is all this? I can't have a normal life like any other person. I can't love the person my heart beats for, I can't have him by my side. Its for your safety, it's for your safety. Cut the crap. Come-on. Why should I be living a life of fear? My whole life has been dictated by people, the world and I don't get to have a say in it, I just have to live that way, why?

“Why do you keep doing that?” I glanced at him, then back at the window. “Because I’ve never been an ex-convict before,” I admitted. “This is my first time on the run. I’m not used to living like this, always looking over my shoulder, waiting for someone to break down my door.”

APRIL In my next life, I’d either come as a monarch’s favorite tea cup, or not come at all. All because this life was started to feel far too gloomy and devastating to live through. If my first life was this tedious, why would I consent to another one? No bloody way. Aren’t you being a little too dramatic? came my subconscious’s snarky interruption.

So, borrowing from the Spanish I am saying Sólo se vive una vez. And I am going to do that by saying a gazillion yes to the man that has me in his arms. Once again, I might be crazy, but, maybe blame Vegas?

Sofia *** I look around at my life, and I still can't believe that it's mine. When I stepped into this country for the first time all those many years ago, I could never have imagined that one day I would find love and family. That the dark cloud hanging over me would one day recede to let the light in again. Back then, my heart had no room for anything but the vengeance that beat within it. I wanted only to bear a son, a son who would one day avenge me of the wrongs done to me.

“Then we build a new life. Just you and me.” And for the first time in a long time, I believe it might be possible.