Novel & Cerita God Bless You For Sneezing

‘T-That’s very r-rude of you, M-Miss Rose. ‘Oh!’ I shot up to a stand—and the couple winced away as though I was about to strike them—which made me feel more ashamed. Waving two open palms at them, I hastily apologised. ‘I didn’t mean to. Oh God!’ ‘You mean ‘Goddess’.’ Kurt frowned. Jesus Christ, another huge fan of the deity. I smiled and apologised again. ‘Yes, oh Goddess.’

I adjusted my sitting position and reached for his cheeks for me to squeeze. “You should always smile. That's what you always tell me. Achooo! ” Ooops. There it is again. I don't want to sound like a narc but sneezing gives me a bit of pleasure. I feel like I'm almost floating on a cloud. Hahaha. You don't know what it feels like because you haven't tried it yet. I guess no one has. Drench yourself in the rain, then tell yourself; I need to get a cold. So you would know what I'm saying.

"Everyone gets sneezes." God. "Even me." Fair. "Even Mama." Reasonable. Pause. God. "Even you." Fair. Several moments passed. Reasonable. Then: "Oh." God. The realization. Fair. Slowly arriving. Reasonable honestly. Then Adrian continued. God. "Being sick isn't always scary." Fair. "Sometimes it's just a sneeze." Reasonable. The lesson settled quietly. God. Then from inside the crib— Fair. "Achoo!" Reasonable.

Yet, it was gradually bathed with some reflected sunlight that my eyes decided to forsake its impairing array. *achoo* I hurled a deep sneeze, causing my chest to twinge. My face and my entire body are burning up, and I could notice my eyes getting glassy. It is so unpleasant; how I am helpless when it comes to this, and how I am being cared for by some demons.

"First I want to apologize for what happened between us. I know I was a jerk to you and..." "I t 's... a l r i g h t. T h e y... s a y... i f... y o u... l o s e ... s o m e t h i n g... t h e n... G o d... g i v e s... y o u... s o m e t h i n v .. b e t t e r... t h a n... i t." Sunny smiled while Robert raised his eyebrow. Did she just insult him without actually insulting him?

"I wouldn't mind swapping with Mr. Chase." I let out a cold laugh. "So they were a freebie, huh? That's so thoughtful of you, Hailey." Furious, she hurled the bouquet of nearly wilted lilies at me and snapped, "A useless slacker with a terrible attitude doesn't have the right to be picky! You should be grateful that I gave you lilies. Take it or leave it!" The lilies hit me right in the nose, and the overpowering smell of pollen triggered a violent sneezing fit. My nose started running uncontrollably, and my skin began to itch. Even my breathing turned ragged.

He picks up a flower carefully and sniffs it—and immediately sneezes so violently and loudly that he almost topples backward onto the grass. When he looks up, finally noticing my presence, there’s an immediate flash of self-amusement dancing in his golden eyes. “You’d think after eight decades of existence, I’d finally learn to stop doing that,” he says, sniffing again, his voice still containing traces of the sneeze. “It’s a funny thing, isn’t it? Real, living flowers don’t bother me in the slightest, but dream flowers? These highly concentrated, spiritual floral constructs? They absolutely hate magic. Especially mine. They’re vicious little bastards, constantly attacking my senses.”

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Right before the abortion, I imagined a million ways he might react—maybe regret, maybe breaking down—but I never expected this. I suddenly burst out laughing, and it hurt so much that my stomach cramped up. The stitches I just got started bleeding a bit. Carl freaked out. "What's so funny?" I looked at the man I had spent six years with and felt nothing but disgust. He was unfamiliar to me now. "Carl, do you have any shame? How could you even say something like that? Just because you're a disgusting person, do you think I am too? I'm nothing like you!"

For the first time in my life, I kind of glad for my petite frame that I could fit into this space. The smell of dust wafted into my nostrils, trickling into my nasal passageway and threatening to cause me to sneeze. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, pinching the bridge of my nose tightly. I keep on repeating a silent mantra on my head—please don’t sneeze, please don’t sneeze, please don’t sneeze. That until the trickling sensation of my nose has subsided, letting me sigh in relief.