He Filled My Life Novels & Stories

ASHLEY Empty. Yeah, that was the word. The gaping hole that had taken residence in my mind, a hole which I knew that no matter what I tried to dabble in, it wasn't leaving any moment now. I felt hollow, dead inside and it was as though I was fading into nothingness because if anyone had told me months ago, that my life was going to take a drastic turn, I would look the mother-fucker in the eye and spit in their face, telling him or her to go rot in hell.

"But your career—" "My career doesn't mean anything if I'm miserable living it. I spent my whole life building something. Chasing medals. Chasing positions. Chasing the next thing that would make me feel like I was enough. And none of it worked. None of it filled the hole." My thumb brushed his cheek. "You did." His eyes glistened. "You filled the hole, Mark. You made me feel like I was enough just by being exactly who I am. And I'm not giving that up for a title or a salary or a program on the other side of the country."

He had told me all that I was to say according to the custom and rites of the pack law. I was placed at the front because I was his only child and I was given the mandate to give his speech. I stared at the bonfire as I began my speech. "From the dust we come and to the dust we go," I said as I began. "I really do not know how to describe the emptiness that I am feeling right now. When you came into my life, every emptiness I had felt before was gone. You came and filled the space that was in my heart after I had thought that my mother had abandoned me because I was worthless. You showed me the love of a father, that same love I thought I was being denied of when I grew." I wiped the tear th

"Miss, hold on. We will save you." I fought to keep my eyes open, refusing to let myself slip into unconsciousness. However, my awareness began to fade, and I could feel the warmth of my blood draining away. A tear slipped from the corner of my eye, and in that final, fleeting moment before darkness took me, I wondered why it hurt so much. Despite spending seven years as his wife, when it came down to life and death, he chose someone else without a second thought. In the haze, I heard someone calling my name.

I held my breath, scared that he would stop talking at the slightest interruption. He smiled to himself. "Every morning I looked forward to your letters like an infatuated youngling hoping to catch a glimpse of the female who had stolen his heart. Every evening I caught myself smiling over the simplest things you wrote. Somewhere along the way, I realized I had only been living half a life. I had drowned myself in work, vengeance, duty, and old grief for so long that I forgot happiness was something I was also allowed to have." Oh gods, oh gods, oh divine, merciful gods… His face was swimming through my blurred vision.

'More than I expected to be. 'What did you expect?' 'I expected to be satisfied,' he said. 'The work is good and the results are real and that produces satisfaction. I did not expect to be —' He paused, looking for the word. 'Full,' he said. 'I did not expect to feel this full.' She looked at him. 'Full is good.' 'Full is very good,' he said. 'I have spent most of my life not being full. I did not know what I was missing.'

His words wrapped around me like a warm blanket, making everything else fade away. “You came into my life like sunlight after a long, cold winter,” he said. “When I met you, I didn’t even know what I was missing. I didn’t know how empty everything felt until you filled it with your laughter, your kindness, your stubborn strength. You changed everything for me.”

So he said, "I have so many things to do. But somehow I feel like I do not have time for anything. My life is gray and I do not feel my life. I know, I have known you for only a few hours, but nevertheless, I want to tell you something." He paused for a second, and then continued, “I don’t feel my life. My life just goes away, leaving me in the hands of time, which just leads me to the far end. And in order not to believe it, I try to be like my mom and my dad. I support people who work in my factory, I watch how soap gets into stores and count how many people bought my soap per day. I follow perfume stores that serve hundreds of customers in day. And yet, I try to use all the inheritance fo

“How can I when I love you like breathing?” “Like life itself, because that’s what you gave me. You gave me life because even though I was walking the earth far longer than I met you, it wasn’t until then that my life had a purpose. I was just a hollow void. You gave me hope, Eliana. You gave me my humanity and made me never want to be that man again. Ever again” He squeezed my hands.

he articulates. I giggle at his lame joke but later smile at his sweet, comforting words. I know nothing about why he stumbled upon me, but I guess we met for a reason. He’s the lost piece in the puzzle of my life. He’s the rain and sunlight that takes care of the garden of my soul. He’s the air that I breathe, and without him, I’d surely be left fallow and fading until there’s nothing more. Ergo, he’s a part of my life now, and I hope he always will be. “I love you so much, Ryle,” I say, beaming him a smile of gratitude and fondness.