Life Is Not Daijoubu Novels & Stories

His‌ siste‍r c⁠heated at someth‍ing. L‌iam cooked too much food. And Ava‌ watched‌. ‍ Then she reali⁠zed⁠ something. This life. This ordin⁠ary li‍fe. ⁠Was every⁠thing‌. Not because it was perfect.‍ B⁠ecause it wasn’t. P‌eople still got scared. ‍Still argued. Still had b⁠ad days. St‍ill forgot th‍i‍ngs.‌

I slowly couldn't see anything. Such was life...some come and some go ... we're always busy with our daily works that we fail to see the beauty behind all these... Life, to be happy didn't always have to be happy....Maybe sometime these tears make us who we are....And make us stronger.... Because then can we be the best of ourselves.... To me, yang Sunni....this was a 10 year addiction life worth living..... ********* UNLOCK NEXT CHAPTERS FOR A QUICK FINALE SURPRISE! ,🥰

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She got up and gave me a hug. "It's all over. Live for yourself from now on." It was something so simple, even an outsider understood. And yet, it had taken me six whole years to finally wake up. Fortunately, it still wasn't too late.

Until she asked me a question that triggered my feelings of “Allie, I've noticed that when I ask you a question that doesn't have to do with your illness you somehow always add CF to the conversation, why is that?” I bite the inside of my cheek thinking about my answer, until I decide to speak. “I don't know, I really don't know, it's like it's all related to that” “Have you ever thought that there are more things in life that you can enjoy," he raises an eyebrow in my direction and sighs at my silence, “you seem to have made your life revolve around CF and forget that there is a world beyond the walls of your room”

Asmara asked and drank the fruit juice I made her before we went here to chill. "After college, we never get the chance to see each other again, I had to take care of mom and marriage shit happened so yeah," I answered in a small voice. I admit during those days I felt how to be a normal person living her own life without restrictions. "I supposed that's the fun you've been meaning to find Kath," She eyed me with sympathy. "Yeah, but I was never been this happy with you," A smile crept on her face, and she blushed.

A life where I'm not a wife, daughter, sister, bank, or dumpster. A life where I'm just Claire. Whoever that turns out to be.

For her, I had given up on my dream of being a pianist. Yet, the moment Wilson appeared, he turned everything I had ever done into one big joke. When I didn't reply, the doctor went on, "Mr. Chance, it's best if you have family around to support you when undergoing chemotherapy. Does your wife know about this?" Raising my head to lock eyes with him, I answered calmly, "My love is dead." One hour later, I stumbled my way out of the hospital using the walls as support. Once some color had returned to my ghastly pale face, I took out my phone to call my younger brother's caretaker.

But when I saw Tatiana's name on the screen, I was genuinely shocked. In both lives, we had never exchanged a private phone call. We both loved Matthew. In my past life, I refused to give him up, and she hated me for a lifetime. She even taught my own son to reject me. In this life, I retreated first. I removed myself from everything and escaped to the far Northern Territory. I never imagined we would speak at all. After a moment's hesitation, I answered. "Why aren't you coming back for the Full Moon Festival?" Her voice was stiff and unfriendly. It completely lacked warmth.

However, I still died despite being sensible in my past life. "Elvira?" Lia was sprawled on the couch as she turned to look at me. She still looked at me, her grin boastful, even though Luca was still thrusting inside her from the back. "You won't be upset, right? You see, Luca and I are truly in love—" "I'll allow it," I stated in an unnervingly calm manner, to a degree that caught even me off guard. Lia's expression froze, while Luca's movements slowed down.