Novel & Cerita God Is Empty Just Like Me

It’s high time Drake returned from his fucking vacation; I’m fed up doing this shit alone. I feel disabled, like a wire from a connection supplier. I shouldn’t feel empty, harsh, and unproductive, as if something inside me is lifeless. As if her hollowness is transferred to me, and I couldn’t get rid of it even if I tried, because that heaviness is slowly my breathing, as if a fat man is sitting on my chest. No matter how much I loosen my tie, I can’t get rid of the feeling. “Dad, are you there?”

Chloe's POV "Mate." I heard this tall dark God of a man declare as I walked towards my best friend. My eyes bugged out at the t-shirt that was pulled so tightly across his muscles that it looked like it had been painted on. "My Beloved," I mutter in shock. Suddenly there is a presence in my head that wasn't there before. It seemed to fill the bit in my mind and heart that always seemed to feel empty. ****

A deep voice states blank and monotone as if the speaker was unused to speech. And the two clawing at each other like territorial felines freeze when they realize they were before the wide open doors to a dinning of twenty seats that were well arranged yet empty expect for the furthest where sat a god with amber eyes. From the second I woke up I had began to imagine many possible scenarios where I would meet this god again and had sweared to myself to appear obedient and respectful, but it seems it will only remain a mere day dream. And silently agreeing on a peace treaty, Will and I break apart standing side by side with gracious manners.

“That's impossible! I-I can’t even shift!” I snarled back at him, but in the blink of an eye, he vanished. “H-Hey wait!” “God of the Moon?” “S-Sir?” I tried to call him several times but no one’s responding anymore. I feel empty in this room again, with a void presence compared to earlier. Then my eyes darted at the mirror. I slowly walk near to it, to look for a closer view of this unimaginable physique.

I suddenly felt empty and my will to fight or even just talk vanished completely. …

"Oh God, please forgive me!" ***

Chapter 21. Success Bright POV. If someone asks if anyone has ever seen a god, i would say i have seen one. In flesh and blood. For others he may be a human, a mere human, but for me, i can never put him at a place of a human. He is far above. He is a god himself. Selfless. Loving. Caring. Gentle.

“You slept for seven hours. You haven’t done that since we first met. Are you well?” “I’m… intact,” I admitted, stretching cautiously. “The fear is gone. It's been replaced by a strange, quiet emptiness. The kind you get when you finally stop running.” That’s it. Emptiness. For thirty years, my life was packed so full of expectation and responsibility that there was no room to breathe. Now, there’s this vast, echoing space where the Hayes future used to be. And it’s not terrifying; it’s inviting. It’s an empty plot of land just waiting for the first seed. This is what Igor bought for me with his public sacrifice—this perfect, still moment.

I am a mother. And I am not empty. I am full. Full of promise. Full of purpose. Full of the life that is growing inside me. The mansion is empty. Nathaniel is empty. I am not. I smile. A small smile, real, tired. I am free.

God! ****