Novel & Cerita Life Is An Open Door

On my birthday, my acceptance letter from Mar University finally arrived. Mom even did something completely out of character: she ordered my favorite strawberry cake. For a moment, I thought my parents had finally remembered that today wasn’t just the day for my brother’s medical checkup—it was my birthday, too. However, right after I blew out the candles, Mom pulled out my brother’s acceptance letter from a local community college. “Mason, your brother didn’t do well in his SATs, so he’ll only be able to get into a community college,” she said. “His health is poor, and he can’t handle the stress of retaking the SATs.” Dad cleared his throat, assuming his usual stance as the head of t

Then I looked one final time at the empty sky where the Black Star had been. For most of my life, powerful beings had told me doors existed because I was born to open them. They had been wrong. Some doors should stay closed. Some should be opened. But the decision didn’t belong to prophecy. It belonged to the person standing before the handle. And tonight— someone had chosen to let go.

A lady yelled as i opened the door to her room. I didn't bother to apologize for intruding,i shut the door close and kept on looking for her. I came across the last door by the left and prayed silently that she's in there. I pulled the door open to see a dimly lit room. My eyes came in contact to the bed where Liv was lying down with a man, hovering on top of her with only his boxers on.

What's the door he doesn't know he doesn't have. "I looked at her."In my past life." She said. "He got in through my feelings. Through the version of me that wanted to believe someone was offering something real." She held my gaze. "That door doesn't exist anymore." She paused. "So what does he do when the door he planned for isn't there."

And like the coward I know deep down I am, I tossed the cell phone over the couch — without hanging out, only then I'm finally able to breathe and sprint across the living room, down to the lobby where there are two rooms but only one is unlocked. I'll make an excellent track star is what I realise with the speed I got here. I halt and exhale, facing the unlocked door. There's a window directly facing my view and the shadow of a bed not fully materialised since I'm not in here. "Camilla." I flutter my eyes at the sound coming from inside. What will I meet should I take two more steps? "Choose." A voice commands at the back of my head. Is that what I've done unconsciously?

Because this idea is awesome even though it will be like a book cover of a horror story. This is it. I am now standing near the gate for this subdivision. This is awesome. I tiptoed on my best to take a peak . This is beautifully crazy. There are like cars and there are also people who are walking. And there's a bakeshop down there! There are more cars now and buses also. This is freaking amazing. I slowly open the gate as I tried to go out. I know, I know. This is really dangerous but I want to feel normal even just for three or five seconds. The gates are now open and I am just a step away from being normal for only five seconds.

It's more than the swimming pool incident, it's the little things he does, this open marriage. "What are ..." I spared him the pain of stuttering. "Man the fuck up." ~~~~

The door has already closed behind them. "And I still didn't sign the contract," I wasn't able to say it to Drayce, and I can see he was more excited than I felt. "Why give me a house?" "Do not worry, ma'am," said the lady who opens the suitcase for me, "Sir Drayce is not easy to please. Many artists around the world would beg for him to accept them," "But, isn't he just a solo singer?" The lady's eyes glinted with admiration, "don't you know, he's one of the heirs in the music industry?"

Sighing, Lani walked back toward her parlour, her heart broken but no tears left to fall. The little bell above the door twinkled as Kasey's sister walked into Lani's tattoo parlour the following day. She was nervous beyond belief but, with the small ounces of hope left in her, she held her head high. The shop was finally finished, with all the paint now dry and every piece of furniture assembled, Lani had started her day with a smile. The sign on the door now read 'open' whilst Lani's heart, for the first time in weeks, didn't feel heavy, "Hello?" Kasey's sister called.

**Not even gods. A thousand eyes blinked open. Something had come through. Not because it wanted to. Because **the door had been opened.**