Jika Aku Mati Nanti Mga Nobela at Kwento

Napangiti lang si Jade sakaniya't napahaplos ulit sa ulo niya ng marahan. “At kung tungkol naman sa sulat mo. Sa totoo lang.. hindi ko na alam kung anong ire-react. Paano ba ako sasagot kung hindi ko rin naman alam kung paano ka kakausapin. I guess everything is too late for me.” sagot ni Jade sakaniya. “Don't say that. At least natanggap mo pa rin naman diba? Kaya lang, inabot nga lang next life mo.” natawa siya ng bahagya.

“TOMORROW THE WAR WILL BEGIN!” And So be it. …………. I know you want me dead...but if I die who will write the story? Hahaha hahaha! Please comment! Thanks to all....and a special thanks to the crazy girls in the group and to my new friend. A kiss.

It felt just like—death. Meanwhile, my family waited anxiously. Seeing the doctor return, they quickly donned their helmets without hesitation. Somewhere beyond my dying breaths, the machine's cold melody wrenched the last light of my mind back into memories.

(Today I am here, but tomorrow There will be my memories, If I will not be here There will be the talks of mine) (If you will turn the pages Of life Then I think you will also cry Remembering me) **** Marna to sabko ek na ek din padega. Magar dekhte hai kiski mout ka sadma Kitno ko lagega. Kya khushi manaenge ya phir gum me doob jaaenge. Dekhte hai mere janaze par kitne mere aaenge. (Everyone had to die one day But let's see, who will take the shock of Someone's death) (Who will be happy and who will cry Let's see, who will come on my funeral) **** Kya pata kab mout ka paigaam aa jaye.

I'm just so curious about this lately. "What if... After I will disappear during my death... What if I'll be born again? Do you know that theory of reincarnation? Something like... My death day will be the next me's birthday. Does that make sense to you? What do you think?" I asked her, and she stopped in her tracks and looked at me.

I whispered. If I die today, I wonder what would they write on my epitaph. Am I going to die as Raina? Whatever. I'm dead anyway. 9:57PM After a long hours of walk, I found myself standing at the edge of the bridge. The voices in my head is telling me to kill myself. I know the saying: If you can't beat them, join them. If I can't make them stop, then I'll just acknowlege what they want. Living is not for me anyway, so I chose the only option I have: Death. It's better than just exist. If this is the world wants from me, fine.

“NO! IF ANYONE DESERVED TO DIE, IT WAS HIM, AND IF I COULD BRING HIM BACK TO LIFE JUST TO KILL HIM AGAIN, I FUCKING WOULD!” “So, if any of you think I should die, well, here I am, come here and kill me. And if I die, well, you get to bury me too, and if you die, then you’ll get a nice burial too. But if any of you spineless cowards break into my house, kidnap me, drag me off into the woods to try and hurt me or kill me, then I can promise you that a burial is the last thing you’ll ever get from me!”

"If I don't..." "...your father dies."

If what he's saying is true about me dying, I need to say goodbye. "Samantha, you're not going to die. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever. I can't live like that." Jack can't accept me dying. "You're the one who brought this up! You're the one who told me they want to kill me!" I remind him. "Yes, but I never said they would."

I will make it sure that you will spend your remaining life behind the bars with your family. ****------******------****------****** Assalamualaikum readers Enjoy, vote and comment