Joy Of Life Season 2 Mga Nobela at Kwento

@AVI POV@ it's been two years since cutie left iam living like a corpse everyday I wake up with a hope I will find her many things happened in this two years I forgotten how to smile iam just living in order to see her atleast once I made deeksha family to get bankrupt I thought her parents were good but they helped their daughter to find the truth about cutie they made cutie to suffer so I showed them the hell I made them to suffer but its nothing more compared to my cutie's pain but I killed every hope in them to have a better life again

I laughed, "I have so many scars and pains, there's no one to speak to or share such issues with, sometimes I get overwhelmed with the burdens and feel like throwing in the trowel. Just at that point, I am about to throw in my trowel, I find the strength to continue, I see strange reasons to continue this shitty life of mine, Joy it ain't been easy, but I believe all this will pass and I will live life one day without these pains and scars. I will finally live a healthy life with my family, I just can't wait," I said with a smile on my lips, my eyes glittering. "I believe you deserve it, but I think this is the reason why we will forever cherish the good things in life. Having experienced su

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*** " You should move in with us Joyce, i have explained all to my dad. We all know Kyle won't come back nor Jenny or Farrell " She stood in Joyce's living room staring at her best friend. Joyce was opposite herself totally. She had been the cheerful one until Kyle's death. now she find nothing good or funny about double world. " I should have died in that world " she mutters shakily. Isabella sigh behind her .

Darian rests a hand on my shoulder, his touch grounding me, but his eyes are dark with worry. “He’s alive,” I murmur, almost to myself. “But he’s… lost.” Darian nods but doesn’t speak. There are no easy words for this. Before long, duty calls him away, and I’m left alone with my thoughts... until Joy bursts in like a storm in human form. “I’ve done it again!” she announces proudly, her grin wide, her hands on her hips. I blink, thrown by her energy. “Done what, exactly?” “Found another tenant for that falling-down house of mine. Told him my father just passed, needed help with the burial. Worked like a charm.”

When he heard my story, he didn't offer pity, only admiration. He said, "You're brave. You deserve a better life." When the brilliant aurora danced across the night sky, he took my hand and whispered in my ear, "Myra, let me be your light." I looked into his sincere eyes and smiled, nodding. I took a photo and posted one final update to social media. "New year, new life." That photo was the last straw that finally broke Elias. He lay on the cold bed in the dialysis room, staring at the blinding happiness on his phone screen. His body and spirit both crumbled.

After showering, I threw myself onto the large bed and fell asleep. I slept deeply that night and did not dream. When I woke up, sunlight streamed through the gap in the curtains. I lay in bed and stared blankly up at the ceiling. I felt light and floaty, as though the weight that had been pressing on my chest for three years had finally been lifted. I picked up my phone and found forty-seven missed calls. They were all from Dylan. He had also sent ninety-two texts. The last one was this. [Nina, I was wrong. Please talk to me.]

"But you're going to lose this time. Nancy's already eight. She has a say about who she wants to live with." Nancy hid behind Vivian, and the way she looked at me was distant and cold. She didn't even hesitate when she said, "I want to live with Mom and Jason." I suddenly thought of the video Jason Reed had sent me the night before. Apparently, they celebrated New Year's Day early and already had dinner together. With how happy they looked, they were like a real family of three. At the table, Nancy had frowned and said, "This is all Dad's fault! He makes us celebrate New Year's Day early every year."