Novel & Cerita Love Is But An Illusion

He says at last and grabs her face with a cheeky smile. My legs are no longer strong to carry me. Tears streams from my left eye. The flashback of our memorable moments storm my head.I don’t want him for someone else. They hug themselves and I can’t behold it anymore. I bolt up the stairs, crescendoing the steps with so much speed. I enter my room and slam the door and press my back on the wooden door. “No!!!” I scream. I really cannot come to terms with the new development. Indeed I have confirmed that love is an illusion. I should never have trusted the words of a man.I should have known better that their words and intentions change in the snap of a finger.

But my lips' arc is still there. “Then, Your Highness, allow me to say," I pause. His eyes glow, as I can see from them. They must be waiting for my reply. But I'll let him down in the end. “Love…” I go on, but I pause again. I let go of his cheeks and take three steps away from him after that. I reach for my hat with my hands. I'm still grinning at him. "...occurs when you stop seeing someone's wrongdoings. When everything seems unreal, it is when you are blindly accepting the person’s evilness. Love is destruction, Your Highness.”

"You always said happiness doesn't need to be displayed. Since you never take photos with me, I figured there was no point in keeping it as my wallpaper." He rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling nervously. "Love is something you carry in your heart. As long as we know, that's what matters." A cold smile curled my lips. "But if you never say it, how can anyone be sure who you love?" My words seemed to catch him off guard. He tilted his head, watching me closely. "Honey, you're talking strangely today," he said. I laughed softly. "It's nothing. You should get going. Don't you have an important meeting today?"

Maddison said. You might assume at first that she is intelligent enough to detect when a guy is neglecting her. Ivy was back on my mind; I had to support her. I would have to wait for the right moment to sneak out of there. With a sigh, Susan leaned back on the couch. "Wouldn't it be great to marry the love of your life? Someone who you can grow old with and who will love you no matter what." Susan said. "Don't be stupid, love is an illusion created for poor people to feel like they are doing something with their lives," Maddison said. "Besides, falling in love with him won't be that hard," she said, her gaze returning to the newspaper featuring his photo.

she confessed. "Love is just an illusion; love doesn't exist. In reality, we live in a cloud filled with fantasy when we meet someone and think they are the right person. However, as time passes, we may realize how ruthless people can be," he responds. "Surely it wasn't true love, at least not from the other side. True love is different, where both people give themselves to each other and complement one another. I have always questioned those who say they love the other; if love were so strong and real, they wouldn't let everything fall apart," she says.

“I know you better than you know yourself.” I exhaled sharply, trying to shake off the weight of his certainty. “Love is an illusion,” I whispered, my voice carrying the bitterness of a truth too raw to admit fully. “It makes us worship those who don’t deserve our blind faith. You shouldn’t do it.” “Then tell me what should I do, love?” I clenched my fists, the storm inside me breaking loose. “HATE ME! YOU SHOULD HATE ME! You should despise the mere sight of me!”

I found myself in a glass corridor, and everything was floating around: screens with my face in various angles, at various ages, at various stages of the program. Then Zero came up beside me. She did not make any contact with me. She simply stood in silence. “Do you think that love will make you human,” she said. “I made no reply.” “Love is another code. An illusion that comes in handy. They sold it to you in order to break when they required you to.” I gazed at her. “Did that happen to you?” She did not talk. But a tear came down her face and it became light. And in the furthest Council vault the old servers began to fry, spontaneously, violently.

I asked, knowing exactly what he meant. “You know exactly what I’m talking about, Michael,” Jayden said, stepping closer. “You like her, don’t you? Don’t play dumb. You like her, right?” He baffled me. “Nonsense,” I replied. “You know I don’t believe in that stuff. You know who I am—the son of the man I am. Things like that don’t exist in our world. You should know that too, Jay. Besides, love is an illusion. Total scum.” A part of me wanted to agree.

Sally's foot was still bandaged as she asked from the living room, "Sean? What are you talking about?" Hearing her, Sean strode out and held up the receipt right in front of her. Sally sighed after seeing it. "Oh, calm down—it's fake. Rachel must be upset about what happened today, so she faked that report to make you worry." Then, her voice turned tearful as she continued, "I'm sorry, Sean… I was secretly in love with you even after I went abroad, but I couldn't confess to you because I know you have someone else.

For the rest of my life, I will only love you. He lifted a bakery box. "Look, I bought your favorite chocolate cake. Come home with me. I promise I'll spoil you rotten and make you the happiest woman in Ironuton. Trust me. This time, I'll do it right." He extended his hand, his expression dripping with absolute devotion, but I took a step backward, clutching my trophy. "Sir, you are mistaken," I said with a polite, distant smile. "I am not your wife; I'm just a painter who has just taken home the New Rising Talent Award."