Hidup Terasa Mati Novels & Stories

Never I’m my life had a felt so sick, which is surprising considering the amount of random dead things I’ve eaten. Closing my eyes my breathing slowed. Unable to find any comfort I sunk into the misery. The room spinning, it felt like the floor was adrift in the ocean. It tossed and turned, rocking back and forth. Candice had said it wasn’t lethal but this was the feeling of deaths door.

Every day feels like a monotonous existence as I wander aimlessly through the world, disconnected from the joys and passions that once defined me. Nothing can hurt me, and no one can kill me. I am an empty vessel, devoid of emotions and desires. The absence of pain or death has stripped away any sense of urgency or meaning from my existence. I am trapped in an eternal cycle of emptiness, forever longing for the spark of life that once consumed me. Some might take it as a gift to be immortal, but for me, it's a curse. A curse that I want to get rid of. Every day feels like an endless void as I yearn for the fleeting moments of happiness and purpose that used to fill my days. The weight of imm

It held a vulnerability so complete it made the kiss seem like a casual handshake. Then he was gone, whisked down the hall, leaving me alone in the ruins. **** The hospital was filled with the soft, mechanical breath of monitors. It was a sound I knew intimately, the steady beep of a heart rate, the rhythmic sigh of oxygen, the quiet whir of machines keeping watch. But today, each sound felt like an accusation. I sat in the hard plastic chair beside Nathan’s bed with a shallow breath. He slept so peacefully but I know it wasn't peaceful rather he was slowly dying.

She gave me a tired look. “ That is why we are craving for a home. I use to think we're existing because we are here to live and die later. But I realized, living while dying is possible. No one seems to understand us the way we understand ourselves. It's crazy to think we can give comforts to others we wish we could give to ourselves.”

I am sitting here slightly terrified if it is my life, Breyden or both that shall be taken today, that I really do not know. They say that you will see your life flash before your eyes when you are near about going to die. Well, I say it is bullshit. All I can see is an asshole shoving his gun before my eyes. I know that it is only but a matter of time before he is going to pull that trigger.

Why would I struggle and live so tenaciously as if I’m experiencing a war? My life, when observed from the sideline, might seem pathetic and futile. But after thinking about dying, I’ve come to realize. There is no one who lives for death. What is important is living in that moment. “Why are we so different? Why can't I be more like you?" Her question tugged at my heart as I shook my head tiredly.

He gasped before he pulled his wrist away from my grip. I gasped. "I guess you're just gonna die in here." "As if I'm afraid of dying." His teeth were covered with blood, and my stomach grumbled. "Well, you should be." I raised my right brow after just composing myself again. "Why would I? Perhaps you should not be scared of dying too. Don't you think it's much more peaceful to be with the dead?" It wasn't a question, and it was more of a statement. "Dead is uncertain. No one knows what's waiting for us in another life."

"The pain you are feeling now is from your mate, he thinks that you are dead" " am I dead" I was bewildered " yes"

I stared at the celling for a while, I could not yet bring myself to the realisation that Yagami was dead. Life is like a midst, appears for just a day then disappears tomorrow. All that we have can quickly fade away replace with tears and sorrow, if a man should die, can he live again? This was the question I asked myself, I did not know what to say, I did not know the answer, could a man really live again? I haven't heard of a man waking up from the dead, except for the tales of Jesus Christ, when he raised people from the dead.

And enjoying socializing without being afraid of the judgements they're throwing. I wanted to feel alive...but how? I'm alive, but not living. That's how I defined my life. It's all started when I was five. The day when my life turned into lifeless. The red curtains swayed like its dancing to the rhythm of the wind. A loud shattering of glass filled my ears. My lips quivered in fear and tightly shut my eyes as I covered my ears with my tiny hands. "You can't leave me! Stay with us!"