Romans & histoires In Another Life Fan Art

Side by side, Christina and I strolled through the gallery, taking in the vibrant artwork. Christina's love and knack for art were off the charts. She had a way of uncovering the hidden tales in each piece from angles no one else seemed to see. "Erick, check out this painting." She gestured towards an oil painting named 'Nirvana', her eyes alight with excitement. "It's a phoenix rising from the ashes, feathers scorched but eyes blazing with hope and strength for what's ahead. It reminds me of you." Her words caught me off guard, and I turned to her.

] [May all your plans work out perfectly. [Live long and stay healthy!] [May everything work out perfectly for you!] … They were the notes William and I had left behind, one by one, in different corners of the city. And then, internet sleuths uncovered another account. The username was 'GimmeThatResurrectionScroll'. It contained only one post—a short video with text and audio. [You made it. If we never meet again in this life, then I hope today is kind to you. Tomorrow too. And every day after—always.]

"You loved me so much. How could you be someone else's mate?" Then, as if struck by a sudden revelation, disgust twisted across his expression. "I see, Loria. You're angry because I made you apologize to Lyra. You did this to force me to give in, didn't you?" How laughable. How familiar. In his world, I would forever be trapped in the frame of being selfish and of being cruel to Lyra. No matter what I did, it would always be twisted into some persecution against her. It had been that way in my last life. It was still the same now.

“Cheers to us in another life.” Micah stared at me with squinted eyes, unable to decipher my note, but he picked up his glass grudgingly, and he clinked it with mine. “In another life.” We continued eating, the silence almost soothing. Then he set his fork down and met my eyes. “I want to take you out.”

Or more specifically, the world loves us. My I***a isn’t just paint and chaos anymore. It’s my life. My plants. My art. My Lucian. Every time I post a blurry photo of him brushing his teeth in just his sweats, girls in the comments lose their damn minds. "IS THAT YOUR BOYFRIEND?" "WHY IS HE BUILT LIKE A MAFIA BOSS?" "THIS IS SO UNFAIR—WE WANT A CAELEN TOO!!" And the best ones are always the BL girlies.

“I was rewatching Dr Who and this episode with the weeping angels came on and I just felt inspired to create something based on them. I love the idea of these sad but beautiful statues secretly being so dangerous and terrifying, and how they can’t hurt you if you’re looking at them. That’s such a fantastically disturbing concept because it’s like everything in life, you turn your back and suddenly danger strikes. I want to do a painting the evokes those same emotions of angelic beauty that’s masking something sinister and terrifying.” “Wow…I’ve never seen Dr Who but that sounds nightmare inducing,” I giggle with a shudder. “But a fantastic art concept. I can’t wait to see the finished piece.

"I'm sorry, Caitlyn. I had misunderstood you. I couldn't marry you in this life, but if there's a next life, I'll marry you as soon as I can." She rolled up her sleeve, revealing a new tattoo. It was a photo of us from when we were together. Through her tears, she said, "It's okay. I’ll never forget you. In the next life, I'll wait for you to marry me." Now free of attachments, I felt lighter. Slowly, I began to lose control over my form, and I realized my time in this world had come to an end. For the first time, I felt true peace. It was as if I was showing the living that death was not the end of life, but rather, the beginning of a new journey.

If only you knew how much more than just another model you truly are. THE END <3 Stay tuned for 3rd story JUST ANOTHER NOTCH ANA AND WILLIAM

We can teleport anywhere within the central plaza since we've laid Francis's hair around the domain; From the platform, the crowd's square, and the surrounding building, we have it all covered! "Reyna... Hermes... gather 'round! I have a plan." "Human life is initially worthless, but one of a handful of things to admire about humanity is their ability to make you want to die after witnessing death." -Author's shower thoughts.

He was once my rock, etched into my soul. A breeze lifted my bangs, revealing a scar on my eyebrow. Years back, when he was green, I'd tagged along to a session. A manic patient flipped, chucking a silver figurine at Mateo. I shoved him aside, but the sharp edge nicked my brow, nearly taking my eye. Mateo freaked, dragging me to get it patched up. When the bleeding stopped, he teared up. "You're nuts, almost losing your eye." I wrapped my arms around his waist. "One eye for your genius brain? Worth it."