Novel & Cerita El Dia Que Se Perdio La Cordura

She was pointing her fingers to herself and pouting at the same time. He didn’t say anything to her but he stayed there and to his surprise, she started to cry. “I don’t know who I am. I can’t remember who I truly am. Why do I forget things, why do I do things I am not sure of, why do I have to lose my only best friend.” She was shedding tears and it seemed like she had been having a hard time with what is happening to her.

But now that it was over, everything was heavy on her shoulders. Because of the long hours of fight, my legs were shaking as I took a step towards her. This is Feliza. The words wouldn't come out of my mouth. What do I communicate? Marcus was beaten, but at what cost? We were separated from our pack. Trust had been broken and lives had been lost.

But every time I did that, my eyes would shift to the document the court sent me regarding the dissolution of my marriage to Jenna. I would stare at it every time, feeling the loss washing me over again. “F*ck!” I cried when I could not endure the pain anymore. I shoved everything on my desk, throwing out wildly documents, pens, the laptop, cell phone, and keys, creating clutter on the floor. “Charles!’ Brent cried in shock, unused to seeing me losing my composure like this. I ignored him, angling my head to the side, wallowing in this unbearable pain. I don’t know how long I stayed like that, with my head bowed, when the door suddenly burst open, and my brothers, Rowan and Marcus came in un

“But I never did. All my leads dried up. I searched shelters, hospitals, hunted for traces. I thought maybe you were gone too. Maybe he took you someplace far away, or maybe… maybe you never lived long enough to grow.” Kyla swallowed, throat tight. “Why didn’t you look earlier?” “I couldn’t,” Cordelia whispered. “I was in a coma until you were almost seven. When I woke, everything was gone. My records, my identity, my life. I had nothing. And when I finally learned what John had done… I didn’t even have the strength to hate him.” Later, Kyla went into the kitchen to make a call. Cordelia was in the dining room, eating what Old Liu had given her. Her hands were shaky as she dug into the plate

I immediately cut Dante off, tightening my grip on Leone's hand. "You want to make up to us, huh? Leone's knees still ache whenever the weather turns, Dante. "Where were you when he was kneeling in the scorching sun, begging you to believe him, Dante? You were busy sipping coffee with Sofia. Where were you when Leone passed out from a high fever while I was stuck in a downpour with no help in sight? You were with Sofia and Lucia.

He started seeing ghosts, hallucinating me busy in the kitchen, only to stumble in and find nothing but dust on the stove. Every rainy night, he’d drive to the exact intersection where I’d lost the baby and sit there in the dark until dawn. He lost the taste for life; alcohol and nicotine were his only companions in the abyss. While he sank, I was standing at the peak of the international medical world, bathed in sunlight.

She did not even know if she still could. She ran through the quiet streets like someone who had lost her mind. At last, she collapsed beside the road, breathing hard in the cold night. She kept dialing his phone repeatedly. Each time she received the same mechanical reply: "The number you have dialed cannot be reached." The phone she knew had already been snapped in half and thrown into a trash can the day before she left. Meanwhile, after the long flight… I felt no exhaustion, only relief. When the plane landed, a genuine smile finally appeared on my face. In the past few months, I had not smiled like that even once.

Asked questions. Demanded answers. Kyle simply accepted her silence. As though her comfort mattered more than his curiosity. And somehow… That hurt even more. Because kindness was harder to defend against. The music shifted. Another slow melody. Neither moved away. Neither seemed eager for the dance to end. “Have you ever loved someone so much,” Irina whispered suddenly, “that losing them felt like losing part of yourself?” The question escaped before she could stop it. Immediately she regretted it. Kyle’s eyes never left hers.

CORA My shaky hand slowly came to my lips, and I slowly went to the floor, the tears seeping out of my soul hard and fast, faster than I could control them. Even faster than I could process anything else. My chest hurt, and I closed my eyes, my jidy heaving with regret and tears. Last night... I don't remember much of last night. I don't remember much of anything up to this morning. I thought I had blacked out, but...

Damian asked “Yes! Read on” It seemed like he jumped some pages because the next one he read was Day 1500. He looked back and forth but he couldn’t find it “I don’t understand. It’s missing” he said “I thought so at first but then she said she went to Cordina, she was gone for 40 days maybe. Then she came back and updated this”