Life Is So Precious Novels & Stories

Chapter 10: Human Life How long does human life last? Or is it simply like a breeze, lasting for a short time and then leaving? But, perhaps that question will never have a satisfactory answer. It is often said that life is very precious, more valuable than material money. They always take everything they can in exchange for their own lives. As for Kathryn Rodriguez, she passed away as a serenity, without any entanglement in this world. What's the point of staying when the person she loves is gone?

“Not everyone gets to meet a rock star. Maybe it’s a sign.” “A sign of what?” “That you need something exciting in your life.” “I already have enough excitement—broken bones, crying patients, and caffeine.” “Still,” Audrey said softly, “you work too much. You should let yourself feel something once in a while. You deserve it.” Eva smiled, though her eyes stayed on the rain-streaked window. “Maybe.. someday.” “Promise me you’ll try,” Audrey said. “Try to live, not just work.” “Sure,” Eva replied.

So beautifully, perfectly real. This was my life. My family. My legacy. And I’d treasure every moment. Every day. Every breath. For however long I had left. Because this? This was worth everything. Worth living for. Worth fighting for. Worth celebrating with my whole heart. Now and forever. Always and completely. This was home. This was love. This was life. And it was perfect. Absolutely, wonderfully, miraculously perfect. Exactly as it should be. Exactly as it would remain. Forever.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Dad roared, rushing into the bedroom and yanking Mom up from the bed. Mom rubbed the sleep from her eyes with a huff and said self-righteously, "I sold them all! And I got two bucks for it! Don't you know how hard it is for us to survive in an economy like this? I'm being frugal so that we can live a better life!" Dad was so mad that he nearly fainted on the spot. He hurried over to the old family computer, sweating profusely, and switched it on, thinking of printing another copy as quickly as possible.

A MONTH LATER. Life is precious. Yeah! We all have to appreciate the life that we have right now. Well. They're always a saying that you are never going to know about what you have until you. lose it. Scarlett thought she was brave, but sometimes we all aren't called out for supernatural bullshit. There's always a time when an individual gets fucked up by life. As the saying goes no one dies a Virgin because life fuck us all. When you are at the edge of death, that's when you realize that there are a lot of precious things around you.

I go still, holding back my protests as I hear his muffled voice through the fabric. “My wife is more valuable than any object- foolish little flower. A token of love is precious, but a life is priceless. You are far more important to me.”

Rare moments are all the more rarer to happen in life, I want to memorise and engrave my heart and soul with these precious moments that have only US in them, I Love You. All Hearts!!

But it’s cool. Precious: Let me try and get some sleep before I seriously fuck up my mood too Me: You mean before I fuck up your mood… See. She didn’t get me. I was never saying that she stopped me from having an actual life. I just meant that I never really had a life. My life was being in my room all day all by myself. That was it. That was my life. I wouldn’t really call that living. Now that I had friends I was going out a lot and actually living and enjoying life. And yes, I was aware that that means me and Precious are talking less then we use to. But that’s okay because we’re still talking to each other every day. It just feels like we used to talk so little because we talked so fucki

As I stared fixedly at the screen of my phone, a scene from years ago popped into my head. I remembered the way Alicia had cried at Dad's funeral and promised him she would take care of me for the rest of my life in his place. I could still remember the light in her eyes back then, but the light now shone on someone else. It was as if my phone had turned into a pile of bricks. I could barely hold onto it. With shaky fingers, I checked the comments on the post. I wanted to write something, but all I managed to type was a string of gibberish.

IF Peace is the beauty of life. for me It is sunshine, where is your beautiful smile appears, my love for you, the joy you give me, the togetherness of a human being. It is human progress, the victory of justice, the victory of truth when I am with you. Sometimes people like to confuse true love with ego, lust and insecurity. but I wasn't confused at that time with you. even Everything in your body is as precious as what I have, In torment and pain, it is still precious....