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! ,🥰

"No one is taking anything away. You are giving it away. Because you do not want it. Because you have something else now." "What." "Me. The roses. The oak tree. The lollipop on the mantel. All of it." I looked at her. "That is not a career." "It is not supposed to be a career. It is supposed to be a life. There is a difference." "What is the difference." "A career is what you do. A life is who you are. You are not your company, Damon. You never were." I sat on the bench. She sat next to me.

*FROM HERE ON THERE WILL BE NO CHAPTERS NAME (𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞)

His gaze locked directly onto Darius. “Don’t get too comfortable living my life.” Darius smiled faintly. Then replied quietly— “The problem is, that life stopped being yours a long time ago. And I think you truly don’t know how to recognize the life you already betrayed as your own.”

Simply by being there, you make everything perfect. We didn't accomplish anything noteworthy on our last day. simply existed. Together. savoring each final second. I was depressed as I packed to go that evening. I said, "I don't want to live in real life ever again." Life is not so horrible. We have good lives waiting for us." "I know. But this was—" "A bubble. A perfect bubble." He pulled me close. "But we can't live in a bubble. We have to go home. Build our lives. Work. Create. Live."

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.