Novel & Cerita Belahan Jiwa

I let go of the steering wheel, loosening my grip bit by bit. With a loud crash, the car broke through the guardrail and plummeted downward at full speed. As the wind howled past my ears, I closed my eyes in resignation.

“Aria, is money really that important? Would you die without it?!” Staring into his bloodshot eyes, I nodded. “You’re right. Without it, I would really die.” He pushed me away in rage. “Fine! Then, drink it all! Drink until you’re satisfied!” My whole body felt weighed down and heavy, as if I was tied to a boulder. The artificial heart in my chest seemed to have stopped beating. I smiled faintly, took a shallow breath, and grabbed another bottle to pour it down my throat. Bryan, unable to bear it any longer, wrenched the bottle from my hand with a beastly growl, “Enough!”

"Duabus corporibus, una anima. Unum ex duobus immolandum est ut alterum vivat. Alterutrum corporum remanere debet, alioquin aequilibrium inter caelum et infernum concidet." "Two bodies entwined, one soul to tether, A choice must sever the bond forever. One form shall linger, the other must part, Lest chaos consumes the realms at heart. Heaven and Hell's delicate thread, Frays should both be lost or dead." Realizing with aching clarity from the things she had read, Agatha's tears finally break loose. She's consistently cognizant of her innate talents and intellect, a contrast to her sister. By logical deduction, she would be the chosen one to preserve their family's honor.

The realization only spelt one thing for her. Heartbreak.

Deep down in his heart, he knew that sooner or later this would happen. Lynd's voice was hard to get out, choked in the throat when she saw Joan just pass away. she wanted to say something to prevent him to go, however her mouth too dry for a sense of surprise also mixed with panic. Her brain nerve cells immediately work to send signals to the motor to move after Joan.

However, she would be lucid for half a day on his birthday every year, showing him rare tenderness and hugging him while calling him her most precious gift from the heavens. However, Aston knew that she would still relapse into a madwoman after this brief moment of tenderness. She also had manic episodes every now and then. She would torture herself and also make her family weep for her. Fortunately for her, Aston was her only family. Soon after, on his 17th birthday, he'd rushed home eagerly with a bunch of freshly-picked sunflowers in hand, only to find out that Lindsay was dead. A sprightly old woman stood before Lindsay's body. Her face was filled with sorrow. It was Muriel.

It’s the pain we bury, the silence after betrayal, the ache of a world that has forgotten how to love itself. The Heart, on the other hand, is memory. It remembers everything—the love, the hurt, the sacrifice—and refuses to let any of it be erased. Their battle is the eternal one: between forgetting and remembering. Between despair and hope. Between fear and faith. Selene becomes their meeting point, not their conqueror. And in that, she teaches us the greatest truth of all: Balance is not peace. Balance is understanding. --- 🐺 Kaen – The Soul of Loyalty

Liliana gave her a condescending look, and expressed a mischievous grin, "Well, spirits are actually just a failsafe term, but to be more specific we are the fragments of Morality that just happened to inherit some sort of consciousness." "I-I see…" Valhalla staggered. "Why, is it too much for Ms. Melnyk to take in?" "Well, it is not that I don't believe the idea… I'm just a bit overwhelmed, I guess." "Fair enough…" Liliana answered. "Anyways, I have one more question. You do consider yourselves as sisters, right?" Valhalla commented as she sipped a cup of tea. "I mean, you did mention you were born from the fragments of Morality."

alive. “I think…” he started then stopped. because saying it would make it real. “We didn’t separate it. “We redistributed it.” My chest tightened. because that was worse. Inside me it had been contained. Fought. Resisted. now it was shared. Balanced. Stable. “Then we break it again,” I said. Immediate. because that was the answer. It had to be. zayden didn’t respond. not right away. because this wasn’t the same. before it had been external. then internal. now it was relational.

Cracks spread across its form, revealing flashes of the same radiant energy glowing within me. Pain echoed through my chest. Not physical. Emotional. Like watching a wounded part of my own soul suffer. The ancient voice inside me spoke again, quieter now. “When unity shattered, balance lost its shadow.” Understanding formed slowly. “When the original being split…” I murmured, “something was left behind.” “Not left,” the voice corrected gently. “Rejected.” Memories flickered at the edge of awareness fear, doubt, uncertainty. The parts of existence no one wanted to claim.