El Dia Que Se Perdio La Cordura Novels & Stories

But I remembered that night when I was drunk—Andre hadn't called me his "sister" We stayed in Newsville for seven days. We'd sleep in late each day, go out for lunch, stroll through the streets, watch the ocean, and stay out until midnight before returning. Those seven days were the most relaxed I had felt in years. During that time, I came to terms with many things. It would be a lie to say I wasn't sad. Every night, I asked myself the same question Andre had once asked me, "Do you regret it?" I knew what he meant, and I finally gave him my answer a week later.

Jameson muttered. Diego stopped for a moment and his gaze darkened. ___ Candy's eyes fluttered open as she groaned from the bed. Her body ached from last night's intense activities. He never let her rest for a minute until she passed out. Wait, she passed out?!! Candy's eyes widened with shock. Oh no! Diego had warned her not to pass out, and she did. She got down from the bed feeling sore down there. After dragging herself to the bathroom, she freshened up and drew out a cozy dress from the wardrobe, likely prepared by Diego. Heading downstairs, she found the house empty—Diego must have already left for work. Her hungry stomach led her to the fridge, revealing a surprising lack of food.

I am also here by your side,’ Cordia whispered. Her voice softened my breaking heart. I smiled weakly and whispered, ‘Thank you.’ Finally, I forced myself to breathe. Darren loosened his embrace when he felt me regaining a little control. The world snapped back into focus. The stadium was still alive with shouting voices, the clash of weapons, and the echo of the announcer. The world had kept moving, ignoring my pain. I smiled bitterly. Proof that the world doesn’t revolve around me.

He had lost a lot of weight, and he looked far more haggard than I remembered. He stared at me, his eyes filled with the wild joy of someone who had finally recovered something he thought he had lost forever.

Mom always says that depression is nothing more than an illness born of idleness. People who are truly busy studying don't have time to be depressed. So, during my senior year of high school, I lie awake through countless nights, my hair falling out in clumps as I tremble over endless mock papers. Mom only slides another mock exam booklet in front of me. "Finish this booklet, and you won't have time to wallow in self-pity." At family gatherings, my relatives notice that I keep my head down and barely speak. They ask Mom, "Why has she gotten so quiet?" Mom's face darkens at once. "It's because she's guilty about something, duh. Go on. Tell everyone what you've done wrong this time." Late

I just want to enjoy my life, this is my second life already because of what happened yet revelations keep breaking me. I am a broken glass, I glued myself but then now I am broken again and this time I do not know how to fix it anymore. If it can still be fixed. “Sshh, sshh. Cry all you want, I am here okay? I’ll be with you,” Aunt Elina murmured as she pulled me into a tight hug once again. I may be so drained already that after I rested my head on Aunt Elina’s shoulder everything went black. VALEN

**Hyacinth** Watching Cal endure the MRI and CT scans after his seizure shattered my heart into pieces. Kelly wept uncontrollably, her sobs echoing through the sterile hospital hallway, while Cal’s mother observed her from a distance, her expression unreadable. My chest ached with the weight of unshed tears, but I swallowed them back—I’ve always been good at holding myself together. But now, Cal’s condition is deteriorating. Short-term memory loss? He kept forgetting things—new faces, recent conversations, even the smallest details.

I wish we had helped her then. Cesar looked sadly as well and said to her: We couldn't do anything and you know that, they were so strong that we couldn't stand them and that's why we lost her but she lives inside my heart I didn't forget her even once I tried but I could never forget she occupies My heart is in a way that I can't describe. I lived all these years feeling that something was missing. It was really hard.

That night she did not save all the lives, and with a wonderful extra surprise, as she went subway in the sandy desert of old southern California, she pressed a button on the door at the entrance of the underground, this caused a loud explosion, which caused the instant death of Del Valle's lover, That night, his Mexican partner was gone forever, David Del Valle, was injured, but saved his life, since the noise and the exaggerated fire that day, inevitably drew the attention of the media and so the police had to intervene. It was catastrophic for everyone, that day Maria De La Cruz's empire began to fall. The flight was deafening, but they had to wait for the commotion to calm down before th

I had already lost. “My son?” the man snorted, “That isn’t my son. That’s some weakling that let his own gang – his family – fall because for some girl” “He made East Angeles number one” I said, “Unlike you” I growled, feeling the sharp hand hitting my face and the ground coming in next. My eyes started to flutter close. 21 Guns – Greenday I didn’t know where the rest were. Running down the corridor, I just threw open random doors trying to locate some form of life. I didn’t care about people seeing me anymore – heck, I just shot.