Morir Para Vivir Novels & Stories

That's why I'm going to have a sit-down and see whether I want to deal or not. I wondered what it would be like, to focus on something else for once. To look forward to living when I'd been so hellbent on dying. Knowing that you'd lived past the day you thought you were going to be dead is an odd feeling. It doesn't feel so much like borrowed time but a rebirth.

I said. “Then I guess we’re both dead,” Derren replied, laughing. “I’m serious though; I would die by his hands before he gets the chance to take me away from you,” I said. “I’m also serious. You gave me something to want to stay alive for; if I lose that, then there’s no reason to live anymore. So, either your father ends my life after he ends yours, or I’ll end my life myself," Derren said. “Do you smell that?” I asked, taking a whiff of the surrounding air.

The very thought of dying in this town where only one or two people will actually give a flying fuck makes me feel suffocated. “I want to live on my terms and die on my terms.” “Then do that.” Gina suddenly says, getting to her feet. “You deserve that much.”

He loved me. Lekin bahut fark tha uski or meri Mohabbat Mein, Usne Ishq Kiya Tha or Mujhe Ishq Hua Tha. And even after all this, a person can still be alive on the basis of just one word "Hope". Hope is a word that teaches a dying human to live. But when all the hopes of a person are over, he dies while still alive. Today, all my hopes were over. That's why I have decided to die today and I also want to die in such a way that everyone doesn't feel that I have committed suicide. They found my death an accident.

A small, but persistent voice that refuses to die. Survive.

“Not everyone gets to meet a rock star. Maybe it’s a sign.” “A sign of what?” “That you need something exciting in your life.” “I already have enough excitement—broken bones, crying patients, and caffeine.” “Still,” Audrey said softly, “you work too much. You should let yourself feel something once in a while. You deserve it.” Eva smiled, though her eyes stayed on the rain-streaked window. “Maybe.. someday.” “Promise me you’ll try,” Audrey said. “Try to live, not just work.” “Sure,” Eva replied.

But I shouldn't blame myself; I should search for a way of living forever as it's the greatest pleasure. I am conversant with illness; I have schzirpheena, as you believe. But despite it being an illness, I have a desire to live. An extreme passion to live. Live as though no one will. Life is dear to me, too, especially after knowing that after Earth, almost nothing exists, not even virtue, to be happy or adjusted. Just the end. Just the end drives me crazy.

"You're being blinded by revenge, Kiddo. If that thing continues to urge you, you might end up dying in the long run." Blanche shut her eyes as she brought herself back to reality. "Memento Mori," She murmur as she imagine the target paper to be the person she wanted to annihilate at the moment. She pulls the trigger of her handgun to release the last bullet of it. "Do you really think that I am still alive? My body's irking to die, but, it seems like my physical appearance is the one's only living in this kind of place. My being already died, a long time ago. Not physically though." She utters as she slowly removes her goggles and ear muffs.

"I think not." "Memento mori." Remember your mortality. He declared and he saw the brat's eyes widen; there was no question that they were on equal grounds in terms of prowess though their abilities and strengths differed however the one crux the brat probably never bothered to think upon was that he was immortal and therefore much, much harder to kill as compared to a mortal. "Maranasati." Remember death.

Can’t I? I don’t have any other options anymore, Oh God… If I can’t have him by my side, I’d rather die… It’s impossible I go on with my life with all these pain, misery, sadness, gloom, and nay darkness without Erito by my side. I’d rather die than see Erito together with that lucky boy whom he really likes and loves. I’d rather die… I don’t wanna live forever like this, with all these pain, misery and suffering. I don’t want it… I don’t want it...