Novel & Cerita Life Is An Open Door

Zara. There is a saying that it doesn’t take long for your life to get flipped upside down. One wrong choice. One mistake. And it’s over. If I had known what cost I have to pay for my foolishness, I would have done things differently. But the thing is no one can predict the future. Time passed in snail pace as I tried to stay calm and wait for her to open this door. The same door which is nothing less than the entrance door of my cage.

The soft hum of conversations and occasional laughter wafts through the air, creating a sense of community. My dorm room door bears my name in vibrant purple hues, accompanied by delicate vine-like illustrations. In contrast, my cousin Jessy's door remains untouched, marked only by the impersonal numeral "fifty three." While etiquette dictates knocking, Jessy's habit of unceremoniously entering my room prevails. Standing at door fifty three, I disregard the customary courtesy and swing it open.

Shelly POV: so many things are happening in my life. I just feel so confused. I just want to live my life with my daughter. BUT no. God has other plans that's why this is happening to me because I can't control my feelings towards someone. Certain someone. When I walk out from the club I goes to my home. On my way back to home my phone rings continuously. Just when I got home and sat down the sofa doorbell rang. I furrowed my eyes that who could be on this time. I get up then open the door. Their stood the man that I don't want to see at that moment. But how could he get here so fast. We stared at each other.

I opened it and it says; You look sexy in that dress,babe.I can't get enough of you.😘 I chuckled and then continue reading. Strong and sturdy, count on me! Just keep me locked, and you’ll see. Tall and solid, all homes have me. To get me open, you’ll need a key. Hmmmm? Strong and sturdy? To open it I need to have a key? And that isss......... "A DOOR!" Yes a door! Why Am I so numb? Urrghhh.

ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡᴀsɴ’ᴛ ɪɴ ᴏᴜʀ ғᴀᴠᴏᴜʀ” “ɪ’ʟʟ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʟɪғᴇᴛɪᴍᴇ”

It just took everything that happened to get here and I would not change a single thing because every single thing led to this room, this man, this daughter, this life. Eyes open. Always, always, eyes open. Clara breathes. Rhys holds my hand. We smile.

Then, I heard Mom and Dad being called to the stage. "We'd like to thank the crew and Mr. Black for giving our child a second chance at life!" A second chance at life? I couldn't help but smile bitterly at those words. I turned and walked toward the hallway. … The emcee's voice rang out, full of excitement. "Now, let's welcome the transformed teenager, Logan Ewing!" The audience erupted in applause, but I didn't appear on stage. Arthur's face darkened. Just as he was about to send someone to find me, his phone rang.

And now we were living out our own movie we did the epic standing ovation for the door and admiring how tall it is. And they someone says something really weird. “Where does this lead to?” Liam voiced. Exactly something like that… And them my father will ge to say something weird too. “Guess we will find out!” This is how a story unveils another history behind another history behind another history and then whole plot comes to play together to give one picture… That is how life is everything comes together to form a picture.. All for the course of one thing.. “But the door has no lock, so how do we open it!” I pointed out..

Open doors can take you in many unexpected journeys to take you to the infinite world of contentment. But you must talk to your doors, for they can speak and lead you to where you can find your answers to take the perfect bliss of Life itself.

The best explanation I would accept now was I could by lying in the hospital somewhere with my 55-year-old body, in a state of deep unconsciousness because of the injury I received either from being hit by the car or the accident in the construction area, and my mind was wandering in my past, hoping it had really changed. “Stop overthinking, Selene,” he chuckled. “I may be blind, but I can hear your heartbeat and your breathing. I can smell your worries.” “The door?” I insisted again. I had to know about it. “The door is a gift. Have you heard of that saying? When one door closes, another opens.” He asked, grinning at me. “You looked at the closed door for a long time with many regrets that