Dying Changes Everything Novels & Stories

He whispers, his voice cracks as he turns away from us “Someone needs to spit it out before i lose it” I snap at each of them “In the vision drake is dead, drake is going to die” Fiona tells us, my entire world stops, everything i thought was important now no longer mattered, nothing did, not after this. My head spins as my ability to breath stops abruptly, I can hear sound but understanding them is a different story.

~~~ R-O-M-12:12—12|13|14|15 - hope II-C-O-R-4:10—31|32|33|34|35 - dying J-O-H-N-3:16—17|18|19|20|21 - world 4_2_3_5_5 H O P E _ _ _ _ _ D Y I N G W O R L D 4 2 3 5 5 ~~~ “Hope on the Dying World?” - Xol “Hope in the Dying World?” - Czaquira “Hope of the Dying World.” Timotheus uttered.

She gave me a tired look. “ That is why we are craving for a home. I use to think we're existing because we are here to live and die later. But I realized, living while dying is possible. No one seems to understand us the way we understand ourselves. It's crazy to think we can give comforts to others we wish we could give to ourselves.”

Later, we're cleaning up—Damien washing, me drying—when he says: "Can I ask you something?" "Sure." "What changed?" He hands me a clean plate. "Between the woman I married five years ago and the woman making pasta in my kitchen. What actually changed?" I dry the plate slowly, thinking. "I died," I say finally. He looks at me sharply. "Claire—"

“We’re going after them.” Soreth stared at her. “After what we just witnessed? That’s suicide.” Her gaze cut toward him, hard as obsidian. “It’s not suicide if Death itself demands it.” She turned toward the shattered window, watching the distant veins of gold snake through the dark horizon. “The world’s changing, Soreth. And if we don’t understand how…” She let the sentence die. The hum beneath their feet was rising again. “…then we’ll be buried with it.”

Should I leave this family? [May, 2024: William made me give up my bedroom for Joy and gave her all the dresses Mom left for me. I’m beginning to think that perhaps Dad and Mom aren’t the only ones who died in the accident. Maybe the William who used to love me dearly died with them, too.] I saw William cradling his head and screaming like he had lost his mind after he finished reading my diary. After that, he asked the doctor if they could keep my body in cryogenesis so that it would not rot.

Sensing through the bond that something changed. "You decided?" Damon asks. "Yes." "Already? It's only been five minutes." "I know. But I know. I finally know." They exchange looks. Terrified. Hopeful. Resigned. "Tell us," Kieran says. "Don't drag it out. Just say it." I look at each of them. Memorize their faces. Their hope. Their fear. This is it. The moment everything changes. The moment two hearts break. The moment someone dies. I take a breath.

she demanded. If I explained, would she believe me? I had explained myself countless times before. But every single time, she thought I was just making excuses. All it ever did was push her closer and closer to Irving. I gave a hollow smile, my voice tinged with a quiet sense of resignation. "Either way, I've lost everything. I might as well die." The color drained from Natalia's face. She grabbed my collar tightly, and there seemed to be tears shimmering in her eyes.

His forehead was covered in blood, which blended with the rain and smeared across his entire face. Eli stood apart from all of it. He didn't even cry as he watched the doors close. He just stood in the rain as he watched the whole cremation process. I floated in the air, taking it all in. I then looked at Eli—his face pale but still full of life—and at the space above his head. It was completely empty now. That damned countdown had vanished. I broke into a smile, thinking that it was truly wonderful. I was glad that Eli was still alive, as it meant that my death hadn't been completely in vain.

God, I was gonna die in here for real. "Skye, are you dying?" Everything inside me dropped as tears streamed down my very eyes. No. God, no. why me?? Why does it always have to be me? I didn’t call Tasha. I called him. Rye. Of all people. Shit. “I’m not…” My breath hitched painfully. “I’m dying…” "Well then, that's good. You're meeting my expectations." He chuckled softly while I struggled to breathe. "Rye...I'm..really. I'm really