Existential Novels & Stories

I said. And I meant it. because now he wasn’t something I was reaching for. he was all I had. The space didn’t react. didn’t shift. didn’t even acknowledge. that we were there. because here. existence wasn’t defined. not by presence. not by movement. not even by being. “What is this?” I asked. The words came out quieter. Not fear. uncertainty. zayden didn’t answer immediately. because there was nothing to compare it to. nothing to measure it against.

"Done saving me?" "Done being." Elion stared at him. The water in the shower dripped. Drip. Drip. Drip. A countdown. "You die," Elion realized. "If you use them all... you die." "I end," Cale corrected. "Death is biological. This is... existential." "Why?" Elion demanded, grabbing Cale’s wet shoulders. "Why would you do that? Why would you burn yourself out for me?" "Because," Cale said, looking up, water spiking his dark lashes, "a world without you isn't worth observing."