Novel & Cerita God Is Empty Just Like Me

I let out a harsh sigh and looked at him again. “Now, if you’re asking me how I feel, my answer is no—I’m not fine. I feel… really empty. I don’t feel anything except this weight I carry. I’m fucking… empty, Melody. It’s scary…” I almost whispered to myself, then I left her there.

“The silence… it is a relief.” A larger thread. A thicker one. The god seems to shrink, just a little. One by one, the other gods come forward. The God of the Squeaky Floorboard admits it’s terrified of being replaced. The Goddess of Anxiety confesses she doesn’t know what she’s doing. The God of Stained Wood whispers that it feels ugly. A cacophony of tiny, freeing truths. The air itself lightens. The oppressive weight of the Unspoken’s presence diminishes with every confessed shame.

I just felt hollow. I sat by the edge of the river, dipping my hands in slowly. The water ran red for a second, then clear again. I kept watching the ripples, hoping they’d explain whatever was going on inside me. “You feel it too,” Kira said beside me, kneeling. “The weight?” I nodded. “Yeah. I thought I’d feel relief. But I just feel.” I stopped, searching for the word. She helped me. “Empty.” “Yes,” I breathed.

“Tell me, Emmet, do you think Callum will ever wake up?” "No, Eloise." I glanced at the man in the distance, painting my image on the canvas, and smiled as I spoke. “From now on, I don’t need to hear any more news about him. I’ve found my happiness again.”

Then she smiled, crouching down so we were at eye level. "Sometimes," she whispered, pressing a hand over my chest, right above my heart, "God makes the impossible… possible. Because he is here. So don't give up, Eve. Learn to fight, learn to rely on someone—even if that someone is just a story, real or not. You are not alone." *** Present time The memory faded. I gasped, my hands clenching into fists. I didn’t know if there was a God. I didn’t know if he listened. But right now, I didn't know what to do.

This will become our new beginning. Oh lovely, Johnathan thought. Humans. Just what I need. “And how am I supposed to fund this new beginning of yours?” he asked sarcastically. “I know in godland or wherever the hell you live, you don’t need money, but down here on this planet you… plunked us on, we need to pay for shit.” *You will find a way, my child,* the Goddess said. *I believe in you.*

Because of her I built myself again and also because of her that I became like this again. It was like I was dead but I am very much alive, I was breathing but everything feels so dead. There is no pain in my heart and I just feel that I am empty. My heart is empty for everything that happens to me. I froze when I felt Meggay's hand on my shoulder. "Sorry, did I shock you?" Meggay asked as she sat beside me. I don't want to cry again because I felt nothing. I'm so tired of everything and I just wanted to rest.

I'm not sure why, but it hurts like hell that he has such an impact on me. It's as if there's nothing there. A gloomy emptiness. A never-ending dark void that eats everything, leaving you with no sensations. Empty. Nothing can quell the emptiness of your hollow spirit, which lurks in the shadows, away from any other human life because it can't stand to pretend that everything is well.

And me… I felt empty. Not like a winner. Not even like a loser. Just empty. Standing there… With everything I fought for… Taken away from me.

Faces rose behind my eyes. Those who hadn’t made it out of the clearing. Warriors who’d taken blows meant for me. People whose names I’d only just learned, whose lives had been clipped at the edge of my story. Joy, at being alive and free, tangled with that guilt until it was hard to separate one from the other. A third feeling slid in under both. Emptiness. Not the bad kind. Just… absence. A space where constant crisis had lived, now suddenly vacant. “What does a girl who’s only ever fought,” I whispered to the empty room, “do when there’s nothing left to fight?”