Novel & Cerita Morir Para Vivir

He narrowed his eyes and added, "Listen up, girl. If I were you, I would've long resorted to a massacre or any moralless means. Nothing matters to me as long as I can make the enemy lose her life or everything. You might think of me as cruel or heartless. But this is how I've always been operating. For me, it's either they die or I die. Actually, this is really not my motto." "There's no way for the 'I die' part. It must always be the 'they die' part only."

“You know no one gives a fuck about you and you're still trying all this shit to survive” “What do you possibly have to live for?” “What do you possibly have to live for?” I could hold the heartbreak no longer and I fell to the floor in a disheveled heap as my grief and helplessness poured out in a flood of uncontrollable tears. “What do you possibly have to live for?” Maybe, I shouldn't live... Maybe, I should just give up... I stood up with trembling legs and went to the bathroom. “Cosa Nostra's whore” “Cosa Nostra's whore”

Stop flattering yourself. "Without you, I won't die; I'll only live better."

"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.

“passed away” I force my face to arrange itself into what hopefully passes for a grateful smile. “Thank you.” Back at my desk, I pull out a sheet of paper and try to write a list of good things in my life. One: I have a roof over my head. Sure, for now I do. Two: I’m not dead. But the only person I had in the whole world is. Sighing, I give up and crumple the paper into a ball. Students are turning in their tests and starting conversations. Evidently every test day is followed by some free time.

If you want to take part in Live Suicide, please answer the following sequence of questions before contacting us, or we will eliminate you from the world. My brow wrinkled. “What? Is it possible to get rid of me in the world? Shouldn’t my application be eliminated rather than me?” I blurted out into the air. I’m not sure why, but when I read the message, eliminate me in the world, it seemed to indicate that they were going to kill me. I just shook my head and went back to reading. Eliminate or die, it all boils down to the same thing: I’m going to die.

she added. "There's a dilemma with you. You can no longer be fully Death but you can't die because your soulmate has given you half of his life. So technically you two are both Life and Death and you will remain with Miguel for all eternity. That is if you survive your fatal injuries. You're full of bullet holes Sebastian and Miguel has used a lot of his life force to keep you alive. The doctors are working on you as we chat and Miguel is weakening, giving you light to survive," she told me and sighed. I gritted my teeth. "Can you tell him to stop, he can't die because of me," I mumbled. She eyed me curiously and smiled.

Her expressions were neutral, with no sign of pain or regret at this point. She couldn’t endure this pain now and felt like it was better to end it forever. There seemed to be no reason to live on for. No person to be happy for. No one wanted her or would be sad if she died.

She wanted to remember their sacrifice. “Live for us,” Mira said after a silence. “All of you live for us. Live for those who didn’t make it. Live for your family and friends. Live for yourself because you are worth it.”

And movement is progress. Small. Tiny. But real. And that's enough. For now. For today. Tomorrow we'll take another step. And another. And another. Until someday. Eventually. Maybe. We're actually living again. Not just surviving. Living. That's what they wanted. That's what they died for. So that's what we'll give them. Life. Real life. Full life. Even when it hurts. Even when the guilt lingers. Even when the pain feels endless. We'll live.