Novel & Cerita I Guess I'll Die

He didn't have the courage to endure the guilt that would gnaw at him for the rest of his life, nor could he bear the constant memory of me lingering in his mind. So, he had chosen to end his life without any hesitation. I floated beside him and watched as his breathing slowed down and became softer until it finally ceased altogether. I suddenly remembered something. I had heard that those who took their own lives were doomed to go to hell. I took one last glance at Leon's lifeless body and faded away into countless beams of light as I basked in the warmth of the sun. Great. We would never cross paths again.

"Me? Is it time for me to give up? Is it that simple?” “If you don't follow my orders. You will die.”

In just a few days, he became old, hideous, and frail, tormented day and night by unbearable exhaustion and illness. Eventually, he died alone in a dark corner of his cell from heart failure. As for me, after finally clearing my name, I stepped back into the sunlight once more. I told everyone openly that there had never been such a thing as a shortcut without a price. The orientation continued. Leading classmates who had finally woken up to the truth, I completed the remaining drills and exercises alongside them through true effort, sweat, and teamwork. When we stood together at the closing ceremony, receiving the Top Cadet Company banner from Lindsey, the entire formation erupted into hear

"A monumental... drunk... idiot." I reached for the mouse again, my tongue thick as I dictated the next line. "'Subject... LAST CHANCE BEFORE I DO SOMETHING DRUNK AND STUPID.'" I mouthed the words, stumbling over the syllables. "'I don't want to die...I don't want to die... I don't want to die...I don't want to die... DEATH IS NOT FUN... BELIEVE ME...I KNOW... I swear to God I will drag you into this fire with me.'"

After five years of marriage, I found out my husband was in love with my best friend, the same one who stole my fiance. Betrayed by both of them, I decided to fake my death and disappear. There were two days left. After I sent the email, Lloyd Becker walked into the study. Just as I closed the email about my fake death plan, he gently hugged me from behind and casually looked at my screen. “Sending work emails?” “Yeah, just checking some work plans.” I tried to sound natural and smiled at him.

I had brought the letter. I had read it to him, standing in front of the stone with my coat pulled tight and the city making its usual noise somewhere behind the trees, and I had said everything I should have said years ago when I still thought I understood what his death had been, before I knew it was not just loss but the first act of something that had eventually reached all the way to me.

"In a few minutes, you will no longer be able to breathe and by then, You. Will. Die," His words rang in my ears and my heart sank. "No..." I cried bitterly.

Noemi's POV "Signorina Naldoni, are you sure you want to 'fall to your death' at the wedding three days from now? The whole thing's gonna be livestreamed." "Yes. I'm sure." The staffer tried again. "It'll be broadcast worldwide. Once you fake your death, that identity's gone for good. You sure you wanna walk away from being the Donna?" I tightened my grip on the proposal in my hand. My eyes stung, but my voice didn't shake.

“I love you, Wisa,” Dead. I'm dead. Just let me die. The walls I built up today crumbled again. Completely ruined. This job is killing me.

The only thing left in my body is my spirit, because I'm not dead yet. “3” “Dora!” Lazarus’s voice echoes in my head. “One has to die.” “Rig-ht…” I repeat weakly. “One - has - to - die…” “And that's not fucking me!”