Love Is An Illusion Ending Novels & Stories

And yes, I’m talking about Arya. She was gathering the documents on the coffee table when I hesitantly told her about my plan on moving in with Killiad. It was sudden. Her face twisted on an ugly grimace while her legs anxiously bounce up and down. The sudden shift in her moods had me reeling for a moment. She looked at me with alarm in her eyes. “Love is just an illusion and forever is just a joke.” She said like a mantra that she keeps on repeating inside her head. Something that maybe she’s convincing herself into.

Afraid for Brett. Afraid for herself. “Please don't leave,” Dylan told her. His voice made her turn and look at him. His dark eyes were so sad. “Please. I love you.” Her fingers fumbled on the door handle. She didn't open it. Her heart was bursting. Joy, fear, sadness, relief, and love were all exploding out of her chest, and she wasn't sure what she was going to do with all of them. “I love you, Bonnie,” he repeated. His eyes were dark pools that drew her in. “Please don't leave.”

I yell on him, finally loosing my sanity with him. "Love?" He laughs maniacally," Love is an illusion, Hunter. I learnt my lesson twenty five years ago, the pain doesn't go away as we expect it, rather, it weakens us, overpower our decision making sense and finally pushes us into endless darkness." He lectures me with his theory on Love.

Then: "You deserve happiness." Truth. Then: "You deserve us." Lie. Immediately. Then Thomas closed his eyes. The illusion cracked. Just slightly. Then he whispered: "They're gone." Silence. Then: "And I miss them every day." The village shook. Then: "But they're gone." The illusion shattered. BOOOOOOOOM! The village disappeared. His parents vanished. The sky cracked. Reality returned. Then Thomas stood atop the tower again. Breathing heavily. The Keeper was no longer smiling.

Many people say that falling in love is not wrong. All beings have the right to feel love. It's not wrong to fight for love, until the end. It's not something wrong if love can or can't be reciprocated. However, why should Reo get social punishment? He just fell in love, and tried to fight for his love. Although the idol of the heart is called unusual if it is Reo who loves him.

Just then, a new post popped up on my feed. I did not even need to zoom in. I could tell the blurred figure in the photo was Kyle. The two of them were strolling through a street food market like a couple. Kyle was looking at Anya like she was the only person in the world. The caption underneath read, "In the quiet moments of ordinary life, love means you are never alone." I stared at Kyle's happy smile, and at the fried food he was holding in his hands. I blinked. He had always hated street food.

“I know your heart isn’t as hard as you want it to be.” “Stop hoping for love, Arlene,” I said coldly as I pulled the car into a parking spot and turned off the engine. “Love is nothing but an illusion. A fleeting, intense feeling that always fades.” She turned to face me, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I love you, Mago,” she said, her voice steady despite the quiver in her lips. “I’ll do whatever it takes for you to love me back.” I exhaled sharply, my patience unraveling. “You’re just chasing a challenge, Arlene,” I said, getting out of the car.

Her words hit me like a cold splash of water across the face. "I'm not pushing him away," I said weakly. "Then what would you call what you are doing?” She asked, with a raised eyebrow. “You are somehow convincing yourself he doesn’t love you, when all his actions prove that he does. Heck! he fucks you like he’s trying to get into your skin.” I stared at my wine glass, shaking my head. "No. I don’t think… he doesn’t love me. The sex is just good.” I whispered. "You are scared babe, and it’s okay." Mila's voice softened.

"Mr. Hayden, back then, the police had already found evidence linking Miss Wood as the murderer. The truth won't change just because you refuse to see it." The words settled like stones in his chest. And deep down, he knew. He had always known. But love has a way of blinding even the clearest eyes. And for three years, he had chosen not to look at the truth.

It was imperfect, but it wasn’t poisoned. “Spirit of Betrayal,” I said aloud, my voice trembling but strong enough to carry. “You want me to choose. I choose to trust love even if it wears the face of my enemy. Even if it’s a lie. My heart knows the difference.” The air split with a shriek, as though Morlun himself recoiled. Jasmine barked sharply, the sound breaking the silence. And then, just like that, the voices vanished. The illusion dissolved. I was alone again, except for Jasmine’s steady warmth at my side.