Romans & histoires Gaze Into The Abyss Quote

Cassius stared at me with the fiercest stare, the he remarked, “No one loves to get hurt.” Looking at me straight in the eyes with a steadiness and intensity of gaze far exceeding, both in expressiveness and in effect, the most fixed stare of the most successful mesmerizer I have known. I felt that shoreless despair, high beyond the stars, and deep as hell; as if I am gawking at that blanks stare of Nirvana and the lunacy of Nothingness, wherein Time merges in Eternity, and all being like one drop water has flied scattered to fill the bottomless void of space, and is lost.

He kept falling into an abyss of darkness. “Remem… You… Re..” A deep and growling voice echoed in his ears. “Remember who you are.” “Ack!” He suddenly hit the floor of the abyss. Matthew grunted as he stood back up. “What is happening…” “Remember who you are. Recall your past.” The voice said again. “I’ve seen this before, my dream… Where are you?!” Matthew shouted. The black abyss suddenly turned into an inferno. In the distance, a large shadow appeared above the fire.

The voices became louder, more frantic, clawing at their minds as they slipped into the void. As they tumbled through the darkness, a new voice cut through the cacophony, cold and powerful. It talked facing them, reverberating in their minds with a chilling certainty. “This is the end of your journey, you've indeed come a long way. The abyss does not pardon. The abyss does not forget.” Ethan and Clara felt the presence of something tremendous and ancient, sneaking just past their recognition. It was the center of the abyss, the heart of the obscurity they looked for to destroy.

AT THE END OF THE DAY, NO ONE SITS IN THE ABYSS OF PAIN WITH YOU. NO ONE CARES FOR A FAILED PERSON. IT’S JUST YOU, YOURSELF AND IN YOUR ABYSS OF DARKNESS. NOT EVEN THE ONE YOU LOVE THE MOST. ——————— WELCOME💕🌸 ————— ALICIA’S POV

But then I pushed my sight past the quartz and touched the spinning black water in the center. The shock was absolute. It was a void. There was no heat. There was no vibration. There was only a terrifying, infinite hunger. The abyssal spark wasn't pushing force outward like an explosion; it was pulling everything inward. It was a microscopic black hole of pure, localized hydrostatic gravity. I opened my eyes, ripping my deep sight away from the crystal, gasping for air as if I had just been dragged underwater. "Jace?" Elara sat forward, the blanket slipping from her shoulders. "What is it?"

My fingers dug into roots and damp soil while my legs dangled over a black emptiness so deep I could not see where it ended. Pebbles broke loose beneath me and vanished soundlessly into the ravine. “H-help…” The plea came out broken, soaked in terror. Tears spilled uncontrollably as I clung with both hands, my arms already shaking violently from the strain. The abyss below felt endless, like one giant mouth waiting patiently for me to surrender. I do not want to die. My fingers began slipping. I squeezed my eyes shut, and once more Reign’s face filled the darkness behind my eyelids.

I held my breath and continue reading. “He really left us, me and his child. He was really a devil incarnation, his the devil himself. The quote I read before, when I was still in earth did come true. And I never expected for it to happen to me. I should have not stared, I should have stop him from staring at the abyss.” What?… It felt like their was bomb drop right through my face. A child? Staring at the abyss? Was it metaphoric expression about the quote? Or was it in literal sense?!

They were too strong for me. Suddenly my eyeslids were too heavy for me to keep open. Black spots clouded my vision and little by little it got darker and the eyelids heavier. That's when I let the darkness consume me sending me into it's deepest tunnels hoping that it keeps me there for the longest time ever. The end.... 'Tis better to have loved and lost than never have loved at all",- Alfred Lord Tennyson. A million words would not bring you back, I know because I tried, neither would a million tears, I know because I cried.",- STEPHEN CHBOSKY

William Shakespeare once said, “Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.”. Falling in love was one mistake I made, I fell in love with a monster, the devil himself. Face to face with death, yet the only voice I hear in my head is his. I guess to understand my story, We have to start from the beginning.

He finishes with an accusing glare. I don’t know how, but somehow I feel like I should apologize for not dying permanently. Dazed beyond belief, I shake my head in denial, even though, inside, I know that what he is telling me is true. And if that is the case, then this deep, intense, emotional need that I feel for Azazel also makes sense. My throat clogs with horror as his eyes darken into molten pools of ebony. I feel like I am looking into a bottomless pit of nothingness. My vision hazes as I am pulled into the never-ending desolation of nonexistence in his eyes. It’s a feeling I’m being sucked into the waves of a dark, dismal bottomless ocean, and I can’t breathe.