Novel & Cerita Life Worth Living

Dammit, just the last dose. And this is the reason I never have money for myself. I have to buy these stupid pills that are so expensive or else I won't be able to live. Maybe I should just die. No one knows me, no one cares, no one will cry, no one will even notice. My body will probably be found decayed by the landlord who comes to ask for overdue rent. I sigh heavily. Is this life really worth living? No, bad thoughts are not needed. I need to stay alive for all the people I was created to touch their lives. It will get better.

He listens well and he can carry a conversation, unlike my initial thoughts of him being a meathead jock. “How were your finals, by the way?” My eyebrows raised as soon as I heard his question. "What?" “Nothing, just didn't thought you would be curious about that.” “FYI, I'm a dean's lister since my first year until now.” "You're joking..." "Nope. Want to see my certificates?" "We've been living for almost a year now. Why don't I know that?" I was really in awe of that revelation. "We never really had a conversation, since you moved in. Well, until now." He said and I heard almost a bitterness on his voice.

DARLA'S POINT OF VIEW As I sat on the bed, I picked up the watch that had been in the box containing Jacob's belongings. Slipping it onto my wrist, I felt a surge of memories flood back - memories I thought were lost forever. Jacob, my older brother, was more than just a sibling; he was my hero. With his brown eyes, brown hair, and chiseled features, he had inherited our mom's striking appearance. Jacob died in a car accident. His body was ravaged by the intense flames. The only way we were able to identify him was through his trusty wristwatch, which he always wore. The watch now on my wrist was a strong reminder of that fateful day.

They say cherish the memories of your love one's that have died but remembering everything about that person and then you realizing that it's only memories and you won't be able to make more memories with them is the worst form of toture. It only makes you miserable. I once had a beautiful and peacefull life that wasn't full of death and misery. I was ready to start a family with the love of my life but unfortunately the universe didn't agree with it. Fate had decided to take him and our unborn baby away from me. I lost my mother and baby sister. My older brother Alessandro was killed on his way home. The only people I have left in my dark and misrebale life is my dear father, twin brother a

she asked, "your story Is pathetic but still, eat your food, and drink your juice," Zack said, "I'm waiting for everything and even death Is among what I'm waiting for now, because I sojourn In Johannesburg for more than three years, and going back with nothing" explained, "Is this life worth living at all?" she said, "yes, this life Is worth living because there Is lots of fun, hope, and enjoyment, though, this life is full of different experiences, I still love living my life to the fullest," Zack said,

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.

When a steel beam came crashing down, he bore the crushing weight alone and ended up dying in the fire. During Dad's funeral, Alicia had cried until her throat started to bleed. She almost fainted from the grief. But now, she'd specifically gone to meet Randall Larkin, her childhood friend, just to help him save the 100 dollars he would've had to spend on a cab. In the hall, I continued to stare at the urn. My last memories of Mom kept replaying in my mind. Before we left, we'd both been thrilled that the family would finally be reunited.

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"Can you?" Emma thought about the life she'd planned before Compound 7. Emergency medicine career. Academic advancement. Research publications. A future defined by professional achievement. She thought about the life she had now. Limited work capacity. Daily medications. Constant monitoring. A heart that would never be fully healthy. And Damien. Sophie. The fund helping victims. Lily Morrison walking without assistance. One hundred eighty people receiving care. Small victories that added up to real impact. "Yes," Emma said. "I can live with this."

"I lived a life worse than death in jail. I didn't expect that your hatred of me would allow you to bribe the people inside to take special care of me. Do you know what it feels like to live a life worse than death?" She questioned in a cold voice, she continued to speak without fear, "You surely don't know, do you? Then I'll tell you, life is worse than death is when your heart is completely dead, but your body is still undergoing inhuman torture, if it wasn't for the Wright Family, how could I still be alive now!" At these words, Alex Brown spat out a few words from his thin lips with difficulty, "Not me."