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He understood now that survival here no longer depended on compliance alone. It depended on knowing precisely how close to the edge he could walk, and when stepping back would cost more than crossing over.

“Hate me all you want. I like it when people hate me,keeps them alive. It keeps them sharp.” She shook her head, furious. “You don’t know me. You don’t get to claim anything about me. I’m not scared. I’m not weak. And I sure as hell don’t need you in my life like this.” He tilted his head slightly, darkness flickering in his eyes. “You think you’re strong. You are. But strength alone won’t keep you alive. Awareness will. That’s why you’re here. That’s why I’m telling you. And you’ll see. Soon enough, you’ll understand why nothing else mattered.”

I close my eyes and allow myself to fantasize. I can already picture myself rocking gently in the rocking chair on a breezy afternoon sipping fruit juice and getting sucked into the world of my newly acquired copy of Haruki Murakami's 1Q84 with Chet Baker's Almost Blue playing softly on the turntable in the background while butterflies happily suck nectar from the California poppy flowers outside. The sound of a dog barking from a distance drags me back to reality and I open my eyes. I take in the rest of my surroundings.

But I shouldn't blame myself; I should search for a way of living forever as it's the greatest pleasure. I am conversant with illness; I have schzirpheena, as you believe. But despite it being an illness, I have a desire to live. An extreme passion to live. Live as though no one will. Life is dear to me, too, especially after knowing that after Earth, almost nothing exists, not even virtue, to be happy or adjusted. Just the end. Just the end drives me crazy.

.📍 Living With him 📍 [ Taming Mr popular] Episode 18 By Adebayo dolapo. Mrs Rachel POV 💣 My plans are going the way I want it, I can't wait to have you as the wife of my son... I laughed slightly... I already sent a maid to be giving me free back about them , I can't wait for my son be in love with miss crazy 🙄🙄🤣. Ma'am am ready, I heard my p.a voice.

"You really need someone who'll tell you what living and being alive is." I shake my head. Someone huh? I don't need someone who'll make me introduce what living is. I can do that...on my own way.

He knew very well that they both were meant to be together and that just meant that even if they were separated, they would still end up together cause that's what their destiny said. “I love you.” She said as she hugged him tighter, her eyes closed and a smile fixed on her face. She didn't want to leave him not now, never. “I love you more.” He said, placing his chin in the crook of her neck. She was his happiness and the one he loved the most. He realized that making someone his reason to live on was not right cause now his reason for living was going to help others cause that's what he liked the most and that's what gave him happiness.

She used to write about kindness in the journal she carried everywhere. Whenever life became overwhelming, I'd open one of those pages and remind myself that good people still existed. Standing here now... I was beginning to believe it again. "Aya?" Jamey's sleepy voice floated through the hallway. "In here!" A few seconds later, my younger brother wandered inside without looking where he was going, his nose buried inside a thick book. "Pancakes," he muttered automatically. Then his foot slammed into one of the stools. "Ouch." He looked up.

I sighed, as I could only speak honestly. A potentially fatal attempt. What a splurge. "If your desire to live were stronger, I might have encouraged you to give it a shot." Dr Kevin's stare was probing. "But why do you have to keep this child if you don't even want to live?" Is it true that I don't want to live? I mean, how could I not want to live? The world is beautiful, the moon is graceful, and the stars are enchanting. Why wouldn't I want to live?

knowledge-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+ Life works in two ways: when life throws pebbles at you, either you accept it and move on, or you stand there rigid, ready to fight until the pebbles stop being thrown at you. Am I making sense here? No, not! I didn't stop there to weep or to scold myself again; I just ran away. With too many people trying to take a glance at you, shrieking, your soul can be contaminated in an instant.