Morir Para Vivir Novels & Stories

Alive. Waiting. For the final reckoning.

"Ah, ah, ah... Save me, save me! Who can save me? Pain, pain, I'm in so much pain! Please save me, or kill me, don't let me continue to live in this state! If I live like this, I would rather die, I really would rather die!" "Kill me, kill me! In my current state, can I still be alive? In my current state, I am already dead! Living like this is better than dying! Someone, come and kill me! Living like this, I really don't want it, I really want to die. Please, someone, come and kill me, kill me!"

Because as much as I deny it, I knew deep down that a huge part of me wanted to live. for a reason. Suddenly, Fernando's words rang through my head once again. “You have to... otherwise you will be slaughtered.” What if they kill me? What can I actually do? I have a reason to live. I don't want to die without having gotten what I wanted. If I die early... I won't be able to achieve my goals. I can't die yet...

This is called survival, and I need to survive at all costs. I'm not going to die anyhow like I did in my last life. Never again!

Dead or alive. Whatever it took.

I will rage against the dying light. They say that life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "Wow! What a Ride!"

I could hurt his perfectly sculpted face. "Come on, sweetie. Put the glass down. You don't want to die, do you?" he looked at me calmly. "If you want to live, you will put the glass down, go to the bathroom and get ready to land. If not, my people will kill you in a few minutes. So ... you have to decide. The cards are in your hands, baby. What choice will you make? " Damn it. He was good at convincing. And he was right. If I hurt or even killed him, his people would kill me.

And here, right in front of him is one of those. "You live, you suffer, and then you die. You live, you find happiness, and then you die. Isn't it a damn world if happiness on the afterlife doesn't exist? What is the purpose of living if in the end you will vanish as if you never exist in the first place?" He sound as if he was fighting for something. It was as if he is trying to prove a thing that is greatly denied too him.

He said, looking at me with so much love in his eyes, but the thought of him dying because of me terrifies me to my bone marrow. "Don't even think about dying and leaving me all alone in this world without you in it. I won't live alone on this earth without you, so if something happens to you, just know that I'll take my life to join you in the afterlife". I said with tears rolling down my eyes. I can't just live on without him. How exactly am I supposed to live without Damion in my life? I can't, and I won't. We either live together or die together.

I'm sure some of them are still awake because of work and some of them are already snoring because of a tiring day for them, they are tired but it makes them feel alive. Every time I think about my condition I was hopeless, I feel so hopeless. I'm a sinner and maybe this is one of my punishments, a punishment that can make me suffer even though I'm still alive. I know I've made so many mistakes and I don't think this is too much but I still wanna live. Sometimes I wanna die but now that I'm dying I wanna live, I wanna fucking live. I didn't notice that tears are starting to fall from my eyes, they are racing like they're chasing a prize. I smiled out of nowhere before whipping my tears as I