Novel & Cerita Morir Para Vivir

For whoever survives this mess and wants to understand what it costs to not die. Because surviving isn’t the same thing as living. And none of us know which one we’re doing anymore.

she could close the door he spoke to her for the first time in years "It doesn't matter if there's no grave, she isn't dead" His voice sounded weak. "You better do as you are instructed, or you can't even imagine the consequences" She tried to warn him but to no avail "I don't care anymore. There's nothing left for me here anymore. Do as you please." She was livid by now and walked inside the room again. "You are right! Your daughter isn't dead. She here, in this town, and if you don't cooperate then I wouldn't mind harming her instead" He looked at her shocked and skeptical "You said she was dead, why would I believe whatever you said" She stood with her chin held high smirking at him. She

"Kill his will of life." "Kill him."

He walked again. "Never kill yourself Randu, whatever happens... you have to live." He mumbled in an even tone. “Hmmm.. although sometimes saying that sounds easy… but living it is very difficult. Life is hard sometimes, and the word survive is like a miracle too.” she mumbled dreamily. “You have to… have to endure. That's my order." "Why?" "Because I ordered you!"

“That’s what I’ve been longing to hear.” “Just say it!” “Give it all up, surrender, make me win and you’re gonna get your girl.” “And you know, you ain’t gonna win, while I’m still breathing. It won’t work.” “That’s why you need to die. Die and she lives. Live and she dies. Fair enough.” “To hell with you!” Sambas grunts. He wasn’t a man anymore but a fucking monster! He wasn’t worth staying alive. He was garbage.

Until I didn’t notice that I WILL LAUGH AND THEN I WILL CRY again and again. I looked at the cuts on my arms that were covered with the bandage while laughing and crying. I saw blood on the white bandage but it was nothing on me because the regret that I am feeling is more painful than my cuts that even how many times I laughed and cried about it, It won’t change a thing. It won’t cover what I have done that makes me feel like a LIVING DEAD in an instant. -END-

But I won't die like her. I will be stronger. I will survive. And I will destroy everything that took my life—and the real Serena's life.

My words are mumbled and rushed. “It’s just how it is, Carrie. That’s what love is all about, saving the one you love,” he’s rubbing my shoulders but it’s not helping. I turn to him, no shame in what mess I must look like now. “Why does one person have to die to save the other?” “Because that’s what you do when you love someone. You die for them.” “It’s unfair to the one that has to keep living, don’t you think? What if they’re not ready to let go?”

During their struggle, Ivy pulled him with great force. Ivy fell from the rooftop together with Keith. During the fall, Keith saw the tears on Ivy's face and her evil smile. "Keith, let's die together, I'll wait for you on the road to the underworld!" Ivy died, but Keith survived. However, Keith was paralyzed from the waist down. He could not move from his neck to his toes, but his brain functioned like normal. He could hear and see, but could barely speak. The first thing he said after he woke up was, "Don't tell Sandra."

Why do I have to sneeze! You are going to die single ADVAITA! YOU ARE GOING TO DIE SINGLE!