Just Survive Somehow Novels & Stories

"I'll do this once and only once… I'll throw you a bone, isn't that what it's called? Do you a solid? A favor? And give you one goal this evening, one thing to set your small misinformed mind toward." I waited in anticipation. "Survive," he said softly. "Just survive. And when the flames threaten to take you higher and higher, give in. When the heat scorches you from the inside out, when tears no longer come, when the need is all you can contemplate… you survive." He stood and shrugged, as if he hadn't just scared the crap out of me. "Oh, and also? It would probably be good to call for your mate…" He offered a haphazard shrug. "When it's time."

Because sometimes, the only way to survive… is to become someone they can never find again.

For a moment, I almost feel peaceful. But I’m not finished. I tell myself this, over and over, even as my vision tunnels and the moon wobbles in the sky. You don’t get to quit now. You didn’t let them run you out of town, you didn’t let the drunks or the grief or the bullshit kill you. Don’t start now. I drag in one last breath, sharp and sweet as battery acid. I survive. I will survive. The world goes black, and I fall into it.

Long Story Short, I survived. ────────────────────────────────────────────────────

Either way, I'll survive. I'm already surviving. For now. For now.

Wait. And survive. 🩸

To get stronger. But one thing was sure—I will survive. Somehow. Anyhow.

Survive. I smiled weakly. The words were simple, almost childish, but somehow they grounded me. I took a plate, heated something up, and ate in silence, my mind still wandering, still aching, still waiting. When I finally returned to the sofa, phone in hand, I realized the day had passed without a single message from Daniel. Not one. And yet, in the quiet, I felt a strange, small shift. A tiny spark of determination. Maybe I couldn’t fix everything. Maybe I couldn’t make him stay. But I could survive. And sometimes , that was enough for now.

who knew that he was the bad omen for me! ****************************** Just When It Seems Like Life is Getting Good, Something Always Has to Come Along And Ruin It. ************************* Names of places are fictional

And sometimes hope was enough. To keep fighting. To keep surviving. To keep believing. That someday. Somehow. We'd be free.