Romans & histoires How Rare And Beautiful It Truly Is That We Exist

"Doesn't that bother you? Building something this beautiful somewhere that won't exist in twelve hours?" He looked at me for a long moment. "No," he said. "It means we get something nobody else will ever get to have. Tomorrow this exact sandbank will not exist, this exact light will not exist, and neither of us will ever stand in this precise place again. It only happens once." He paused. "I find that I prefer things that only happen once."

Everything about her surpassed ordinary beauty. He had known countless women in the past—so many he had lost count—but none compared to her. She stood alone, rare and irreplaceable. He would willingly sacrifice every possession, every accomplishment, his entire existence, simply to experience this moment with her, right here, over and over. Who would ever select anything else when paradise lay waiting in her arms? Even the darkest forces might barter their place for such ecstasy. He continued devouring her, sucking and kissing with focused devotion. Each time he discovered that sensitive point, her hips bucked in response, rewarding him with another exquisite sound.

So I leaned in, and happily, she followed suit until she quickly turned away. “Look,” she said excitedly. “It’s starting.” I watched her look through the telescope and I couldn’t help but watch her. Just being around her made me happy, and I wouldn’t change a thing about it. “Gabe, you have to see this. It’s so beautiful.” “Yeah, you are,” I said more to myself. “Did you know that finding your true mate is more rare than meteor showers?” she asked while leaning back, staring at the sky, and I felt my heart flutter. “Makes me wonder if I would be lucky to find mine.”

Do you want to go get something to eat? "No, I don't want to bother you." "No, it's bothering you. You paid for the ice cream, now it's my turn, let's go." Axel got up from the bench. "Okay, fine." She got up too. Alicia walked beside him as he finished the ice cream. They arrived at a restaurant, and when they entered, it was a beautiful place. Its windows had stained-glass windows with beautiful flowers, which let in a lot of light. "Woah! It's beautiful, isn't it?"

I hugged my own body to scare away the feeling. "Because the life you took of this young woman is the last chance you have to change your whole story," she replied. "Because for the first time in five centuries of existence, you have managed to understand that there are worlds beyond this. That there are lives that also deserve peace. That the bad exists so that the good is always good. Because if you live, I will also live, even if I'm just a tiny part of your soul.”

The owner of this room is a very messy person. On the ceiling is a sparkling crystal chandelier, and around the walls are flickering blue candles. They seem to be made of mermaid fat according to legend. This is something that Ciara had only read about in books, as it is extremely rare and difficult to create. Finding a stranded dead mermaid on the shore is nearly impossible. Hunting mermaids for their fat would be like committing a crime against the entire mermaid race. The entire room would emit an aura of wealth and luxury if it weren't for the pile of clothes that spoils its aesthetic appeal.

That is the only thing keeping me sane for today. Last night in the beach as we sat there, covered by the moonlight and staying at the tiny stars formed in the sky, I couldn’t help but appreciate the work of God. And I am not just talking about the earth and heaven but also Her. I know I haven’t gotten to know her that well but she is amazing. Her aura was clearly pure, I got comfortable in her presence in seconds of speaking to her. Her smile seemed like it could cure even the worse diseases. Her eyes sparkled regardless of the stars or moon. She truly is beautiful and one of God’s most prized creation.

It was her war song and her lullaby; it was the echo of her soul telling the world: "I am here, I am alive, and I choose love." And it is with this conviction that Isabella, alongside Christian and all those who make up the vibrant fabric of her existence, embraces the gift of each new day. Because, even under the weight of adversities that sometimes seem relentless, existence reveals itself as a precious gift. Life, with its countless twists and turns, teaches that each dawn brings with it the promise of renewal and the possibility of finding beauty in the simplest manifestations of everyday life.

Mom wipes away a tear. — This is the most beautiful day in a long time, she breathes. I look at her. Yes. The most beautiful. Not because it is perfect, but because it still exists, after everything. ALEXANDRE Yes, it's true. This is the most beautiful day. A simple day, between white walls and slow breaths. But in that simplicity, there is everything: the promise, the light, the life that persists. I look at Lyra, her hand in mine, her gaze turned toward what remains to come.

I was just stunned by the absence as I recalled my beautiful dream. What is beauty in immortality?