Novel & Cerita Life Is So Precious

It wasn’t about being saved; it was about being seen, being understood, and being trusted to fight my own battles. "You, Monique," he continued, 'you are rare... precious. That’s why I call you precious, because you’re this amazing wonder that you come across so rarely, and you don’t even realize how lucky you are to have it. How easily it could slip away if you lose sight of it." “Alright, stop it, you’re just trying to give me a big head,” I said, trying to laugh it off. “No, it’s true, Monique. Maybe after everything that’s happened, you’ve lost sight of it. Maybe you’ve forgotten how important, how fantastic you are. But I need you to do something for me.”

From my bed, I could see some fallen petals. "Every petal of this flower is precious but someone is more precious than all of these petals combined."

There is a wise saying that 'time' is the most precious thing on this earth. Because you won't be able to stop it or redo it. So, while that 'time' is still with you, then make the best of it. Don't be sorry after everything happened and can't be fixed. That's why I'm so happy when I get the privilege of being able to go back in time and fix things. Isn't that something that many people want? Being able to go back in time was like a very unreal miracle to me. Miracles that can make me meet people I care about, people I can no longer see in my previous life. Although, I can't do anything for them yet.

It was purple with pink stripes. I took the soaps out of my present and put the orange conditioner, the orange shampoo, and the pineapple body wash in the shower. I took the rose petal soap bar, the bath salts, and the bubble bath on the tub steps. I took The make-up and put them in the vanity. I put the eyeshadow, mascare, base, blush, lip gloss, and lipstick in the top drawer. There was some nail polish I had missed at the bottom of the box. It had 3 different colors. There was purple, blue, and black nail polish. I sat them in the drawer on the opposite side of the make-up. 'Next my hair stuff.' I was happy, having fun finding places of my own to put everything. I still could not believe

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."

she asked, her voice soft and melodic. Dominic turned to her, a faint smile gracing his lips. "About how much has changed," he said, his voice low. "About how much we've been through." "We've survived," Sierra said, her eyes meeting his. "And we're stronger for it." "I know," Dominic said. "But it's also made me realize how precious life is, how important it is to cherish the people we love."

"Because I want you to know that you’re not alone. I want you to know that your life is worth living, that your heart now is a gift you shouldn’t waste." I bit my lip. A warm feeling spread in my chest. "Thank you..." He smiled. "You know? Your heartbeat is the most beautiful gift." That sentence echoed in my mind. I had never thought someone could see me like this, considering my existence as something valuable. There was warmth in his words that made me feel more alive.

TRISTAN'S POV:- Life, life is beautiful. Life is gorgeous. It is a precious gift from God. Most precious and very lovely. I had seen so many people crying and complaining to God for whatever they do not have, but did they ever think about thanking God for whatever they have. If you do not have money and cars and a luxurious life, still you have life. You should be thankful that you still have your life. You should be thankful for whatever you have. My name is Tristan De Leon. And this is the story of my life.

We inherited the gift of music thanks to dad, he loved to sing as a young man, now he has dedicated his life to business, but I would have loved to see him sing and be happy. I am content to hear him sing once in a while, he has a very good voice. I'm so focused on the melody that I didn't notice that my cell phone has been ringing for a while for a call. When I see the number of the girl I've been writing to from time to time I don't hesitate to answer, thinking about the joke I'm going to tell her but when I hear her sobs I close my mouth abruptly and without understanding it very well my concern increases. I don't know her, but she is a human being. And we all deserve a helping hand when

I want that so bad it hurts. That's the thing about life; It is fragile, precious, and unpredictable, and each day is a gift, not a given right. I don't want to go. I love my life. I am happy; I owe that to my loved ones. But the control is out of my hands.