I Just Want Peace Mga Nobela at Kwento

Because in the dark no one can see, no one can know how hurtful it is. If when he was a child, he wouldn't cry even if he was beaten to death, but now he is so weak that just a little pain can cry. Maybe the older we get, the faster we cry... "Where is its hope?" Little Clause hugged the trembling body, it was like a wind that drifted everywhere without stopping. Where is the place of peace? Where is home called? Maybe those things are too luxurious for him so God can't give him five times seven times. "I'm dead, will anyone cry?"

I added before my voice broke completely. My hands clenched into fists against the edge of the counter, breath shaking in my chest. “I just want peace, Ash. Goddess, I want it so badly. Not the kind people dream of, not the fluffy kind. Just a quiet home, my children safe, your arms around me, and no blood staining the floor.”

“Not anymore.” “There can be,” he insisted. “I will do anything.” I laughed weakly through my tears. “Anything?” “Yes,” he said without hesitation. “Anything that comes to mind.” “Words are easy,” I said bitterly. “You said things before too.” “Then give me something real,” he begged. “Tell me what you want.” I hesitated, my chest aching. “I want peace,” I said finally. “I want my son safe. I want a life without screaming and blood and chains.”

Maybe in judgment. "Ugh," I grumbled. "I need to get my shit together." I rolled over onto my back, staring up at the ceiling, hoping that if I looked long enough, I'd find the meaning of life. Spoiler alert: I didn't. "I came here for peace," I whispered. Then again, louder. "I came here for peace." And again, like a mantra. Like if I repeated it enough times, it would magically become true. "I came here for peace…"

Is this how it’s always going to be? Will I ever be happy? I just wanted peace. Not perfection. Not a fairytale. Just peace. But even that feels too far away now. They say not every story has a happy ending. Maybe they’re right. But God… if you’re listening… I just want one moment of happiness. Just one. Please.

“That’s the sound of a woman you shouldn’t have tested.” I’m not naive. Peace is a receipt with no zeros. But it’s still a receipt, and I plan to keep it.

ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʀᴍs ᴀ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪ ғɪɴᴅ ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀɪɢʜᴛ sᴜɴ sʜɪɴᴇ ᴛɪʟʟ ɪ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʟᴀsᴛ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ

“What do you want, Sirella? While you’re here in my house, is there anything you need? Anything you wish for?” I was silent. I wanted to go home in the woods and spend it with Kieran. But how would I tell him that? I had to rephrase it another way. “I just want peace.” I managed to say. "Peace?" I nodded. “Yes. I don’t want the fights and the wars.” He nodded, slowly. “I can give you that as well. You are under my roof. I can provide you with the peace you need. No one would dare.”

Anyone that gets upset, because I want to go to Nashville and bring my son to the house can go to hell for all I care! I have been sorrowful for too long because of my predicament and now that I have seen a beacon of hope, no one is going to stop me! Peace and happiness are the most important things to me now and no one will deny me of them. Not even my parents, Jaya or Whitney! I vowed.

“I’m the one who should apologize for you meeting me when you need gentleness and sweet words.” She rolled over to look at him. She did not bother to wipe away her fresh tears. Ichiro’s brow knitted at his reaction to the sight of them. “I don’t want either.” “But what do you need?” Shead thought about it for a moment. “Peace.” “That is something you can only find inside yourself.” Shea sat up, pulling her legs to her chest, wrapping her hands around them. She brushed her chin across her knees. “Do you want to be here?” Shea asked. “With me I mean.”