Just Survive Somehow Novels & Stories

Under See him she wrote: You will feel like yourself again for an hour. He will be alive because you will make sure of it. You will be lying to survive. You will be foolish and brave and alive and ruined. Under Don’t she wrote: He will be safer. You will be obedient. You will grieve something you barely touched. You will survive.

I pressed a hand to my stomach, feeling the small, fragile life within me, and whispered a vow I wasn’t sure the world could hear: We will survive. No matter what comes next, we will survive. And even as the chaos surrounded us, even as Charlotte’s calculated gaze lingered, and even as the shadow of legal battles stretched ahead, I held onto that tiny spark of hope. It was all I had. And somehow, it had to be enough.

Now" He takes the cigarette out of my fingers. Dumbfounded, I can't articulate movement. Survival will always be the main thing in a moment like this. I didn't expect to hear that.

"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."

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.

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

I nodded. "I will. I know you think i'm strong, but I had no choice but to pick up the pieces of me and keep on moving forward because time wouldn't stop to just let me grieve or sort things out. I had no choice but to fake that i was alright although I felt like the world was crashing down around me." He clutched my hand in his again.

Everything. Every reason I ran. Every reason I broke. But this time— I don’t look away. I don’t shut it out. I let it hit. All of it. And I stay standing. “This is me,” I say. My voice doesn’t break. “This is what I went through.” The memories surge harder. Trying to overwhelm. To crush. To break. “And I survived it.” The pressure cracks. Slightly. “You didn’t win,” he snaps. “I didn’t need to.”

he says I wish it were that simple But as I stand there Feeling that quiet presence settled deep inside me now I know one thing This isn’t something we can just fix This is something we have to survive Because whatever I just started It is only the beginning And next time It won’t be asking to learn It will be ready to act