Depressing Realizations Novels & Stories

Performing. Like he could see through the version of me I was presenting. I closed the book slowly. “What do you want me to say?” “Anything real.” Silence. Then I exhaled. “I don’t feel like myself lately.” That was the first honest thing I had said in days. Damien didn’t move. Didn’t interrupt. Just listened. So I kept going. “I wake up and everything feels… slightly wrong. Like I’ve stepped into a version of my life that’s mine but not mine.”

The banners were already receding when her smile disappeared, her mouth wavering and uncertain, and her eyes held the particular brightness that comes right before tears. The careful performance she had been maintaining throughout the ceremony dropped away, revealing something raw and hurting beneath. Then Mariselle registered that Loren was watching her. Their eyes met across the small distance separating them. Loren saw the exact instant when Mariselle understood what had just been witnessed. Color flooded her cheeks. The deep, mortified red of someone caught revealing something they had worked hard to conceal. Mariselle’s expression closed like a door slamming shut and she turned away tow

“Think carefully about what you’re about to do.” “I have thought about it.” I felt the decision settle into place with a cold, final certainty that frightened me even as I reached it, some part of me screaming that I was making a mistake even as the rest of me pushed forward regardless, unable to separate genuine judgment from the accumulated exhaustion of an entire day spent discovering how thoroughly I’d been managed by nearly everyone around me. “I want her removed from this estate. Tonight, once the physician clears her to travel. I don’t care where she goes. I don’t care what arrangements need to be made for the pregnancy, medically or financially. I simply cannot continue an arrangemen

I've been trying to overcome that but I think I still can't move on. I can't deal with something like that to be honest, I can't deal with heartbreaks, death and everything that deals with separation. I can't deal with it, that's why I don't really want to connect with people because for me, at the end of the day, everyone will leave and they will never come back.

James' POV The thing about depression. It comes at you slowly, It's kinda like grief. First,you denied it,then you realize you've been empty on the inside all along. You're reaching out to a version of you that no longer exist. It's quiet. It's tint. It's corrupted in your mind.

" The end of DECEPTION... Find out what happens next in ENTRAPMENT

Or more likely a disguised self-pity. @Death Wish

The sound that erupted from the First Alpha’s whistle wasn't a note; it was a Vacuum. In the high-gloss lobby of the End-User Group, the color didn't just fade—it was evicted. The vibrant violet of the encroaching Sovereign-Logic, the amber glow of Elara’s heart, and the neon-blue of the Hybrid-Julian were all sucked toward the white-null eyes of the man on the staircase. "The Great Depression isn't a market crash, Elara," the First Alpha said, his voice echoing with the hollow resonance of a dead server. "It is the Suspension of All Animation. It is the moment the Users stop paying for the electricity to keep your heart beating."

"This is real." **