I'm Still Alive Novels & Stories

Oh shit! I'm dead. So very dead.

Destruction. But she's alive. And I chose. And now I live with both.

I will make it out of this alive. I have to.

I want to shout his name yet, no one comes into my mouth even though I try hard. My tears fall and I feel the hot body of the person beside me. So it means, I'm alive? really really alive, This is not happening, right? What happened? I'm supposed to be dead, but, why am I alive? it's not that I'm complaining or something, but I just wondering, What is happening, I want to ask someone yet, I guess I would like to take a rest first. _______ Zack"

I’ve already lived my whole life unseen. And I survived it.

Alive. “…I lose my only way back.”

That same connection. Faint. But there. “He’s still alive,” I whisper. “Unconfirmed,” the system replies. “I don’t need confirmation.” “You are assuming—” “I’m knowing.” Silence. Because it can’t measure that. Because it can’t quantify it. Because it’s not something it understands. I take a slow breath. Then another. Calm. Controlled. Focused. “You said I’m alone,” I say. “Yes.” “You’re wrong.” Silence. “He’s still here,” I continue. “Maybe not physically. Maybe not where I can reach him.”

He’s alive. but somehow, that feels like the worst part.

I sit there until my legs go numb and the silver finally stops burning. I’m not sure if I’m alive or dead, but either way, I am still here. I survived the bite. I can survive this. At least, that’s what I tell myself.

Despite everything that has happened, I am grateful. I wouldn't change a thing. Well, almost. There are a few things that I wish had gone differently, a few things I would change. But in the end, we're still here. We're alive. We made it through. And that's all that matters. We're still standing.