روايات وقصص ضمن Life Is Beautiful By The Afters

Alice hummed and went back to the supply room. We spent a relatively quiet week enjoying the peaceful life of the bunker. For the first time in many years, we had a roof above our heads. We usually stay away from big cities or buildings clusters because seventy out of ten times, it would have someone inside or close by. We used to camp in forests away from people. So being here now was a blessing. I washed my face and cut off my hair shorter. Long hair wasn’t practical. I don’t have the time to brush or find some products to take care of it.

Who knows what will happen to us after today. “Hello, beautiful,” she says, and I smile back.

We would get married and have beautiful kids and live happily ever after . But I don’t come out alive ,I want you to move on .Please forget about me .Find another girl that makes you happy .Don’t cry for me ...I won’t like it .I want you to be happy Ben so if I don’t make it ,Forget me and Move on . But always remember I love you and I will always do .Whether dead or alive .Always and Forever . Yours sincerely, Rissa. Love is pain .Love is cruel .Love is powerful ,Love is magical ,Love is not something you toy with .

"Morning will come, it has no choice. I read that somewhere. You have to find the beauty of it because your brother and Zac wouldn't want us to stop or give up. Just because we move on with life doesn't mean they don't live in our hearts, it just means that something happened and we continue living because that's how life works." I smiled softly and nodded my head, "There are no happy endings. Endings are always sad but you have Zac a happy middle and happier start. From what you told me about you two, I can say you made him a very happy guy while he was here." Tiffany nodded, smiling tenderly.

"News? What news. Oh, right! This Sunday, my band, Aftershock, will be hosting auditions for a new lead guitarist. Auditions start at two and end at six. So be there or be square. Also, my girl Emma will be there signing autographs. Bring your own food. We hope to see you all there! And see you later." The camera is still rolling as Hunter kisses me. Hearts and smiley faces like and comment on our live stream. It's exhausting to keep up appearances. But in a world of perfect, that's how it is. Every step matters and every strand of hair needs to know its place. I stop the live stream, and the dream life comes to an end. I wish I were the girl I pretend to be. If I were truly perfect, then th

The two entered the shower after a crazy round. Zia had taken the lead and rode him fiercely, until his shaft could no longer stand, he was satisfied for the first time in his life. The sun was already rising in the horizon as they two flew away from the city over the densely forested areas. Zia glanced down and wowed at the beauty of nature. She had seen a beautiful waterfall just meters away from the camp. " I'll definitely show you around after the operation" The General said followed by a yawn.

A few steps, and I will be out of this darkness. I’m finally nearing the end of the dark passage, and ahead of me lies a breathtaking garden. It’s been so long since I’ve seen something so beautiful, so full of life. The air here is no longer heavy or oppressive; instead, it’s alive with the sweet aroma of countless flowers, their scents weaving together in perfect harmony.

I woke up to the sound of my phone going off. I sat up, grabbing it, confused. No one had ever messaged me, and I didn't have friends. Picking it up, I opened the message. good morning, beautiful. I hope your day is as beautiful as you. a smile came to my face, my cheeks burning red as I felt a mix of things that I could quite put my finger on. morning who did you get my number? A few moments passed before my phone buzzed again with a response.

The conversation turned somber when Rafael found a hypodermic needle near the stairwell. "Assholes." he muttered, flinging it into the woods. "Why ruin something beautiful?" I thought of my lungs, the slow creep of fibrosis. "Maybe they don't know it's beautiful. Or they forget." He studied me, dark eyes reflecting the dying light. "You never forget beauty like this." The first stars emerged as Rafael rigged his phone to play muffled indie rock through his jacket. We slow danced badly on the cracked concrete, his hands warm at my waist, my laughter bouncing off the dome.

Amaya watched silently as Esme catwalked gracefully out of the corridor. She folded her fists in anger, and bit hard on her bottom lip to stop herself from crying. How her life had turned into a heap of rubbish in the space of barely twenty four hours. She sniffed back her tears and braced herself for the worse. Sophia saw the pain mixed with anger in Amaya's eyes and gently pulled her into a hug. Amaya stood unmoving, her blue eyes distant. Sophia saw her unresponsiveness and slowly broke the hug.