My Dearest Delusion Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 47 Kalopsia Kalopsia - the delusion of things being more beautiful than they really are Origin: Greek 47 SAVANNAH'S POV I was sitting down inside a coffee shop, rewriting my 500-word essay for this Friday. I have been here for almost an hour now and I'm still not halfway through. My neck is already hurting and my wrist is starting to hurt as well. I take a sip from my frappe and it's already four in the afternoon.

Wet cheeks glistened under the rays of day, crying as if its ferocity might wake his lover up again. Maybe Erin would wake up, beam the same blinding smile of his, and laugh at Uriel. Maybe he'd make love to him all over again, and tell him how much he loved him. Maybe, he'd kiss him on the lips and tell him he looked handsome. Maybe he'd make a new set of pyjamas just for him, so they could snuggle together. Maybe, Uriel was hysterical. Delusional. Manic. How was he to prevent it? How do you begin to confront what you already think is real and rule it to be a delusion?

heck I never even though about it. I just smiled at him, "good to hear..." "You have nothing to milk her.. so before she gets caught up in this delusion of you and her you better do the right thing and leave her alone... I'd feel good knowing you're gone." "Dude.. this ain't no delusion. You're the one who's delusional by thinking your sister would actually never find someone who loves her for her... if you don't feel good knowing I'm here how about you get out of your sister's room then you won't even know that I'm here."

It has to be Mirabelle. But my obsession with my own delusional thought does not go unnoticed, "You might as well give up Mirabelle. You shall, never, and let me say never, see your beloved again. The same chance you see Hell freeze over that shall be the chance you shall ever see Damien again. The Devil has gone far and wide to make sure that this shall happen." "I guess I am not the only one being delusional over here. My dear ugly face Demon, I think you should start to reconsider your position."

Feeling confused and nervous, I immediately averted my gaze. No! I was only deceiving myself. You see, when we are desperate, we sometimes tend to believe things that are not true just because we want them to be. This might be one of my fantasies, because the truth is, Zeke will never care for me. He hates me to the core, remember? Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I composed myself and avoided his stare. Not knowing what to reply, I just chose to walk away and head to my room. I wanted to be alone for now. To think, cry, rest, and move on, just like I always do.

“You’re deluded” “You’re being delusional if you think i’m jealous of you, like you’ve always been. Delusional—ever since you thought Colton loved you. And ever since that night, Isabella. Something broke in you. Something shattered inside of you and i’m afraid it’s too late. I am afraid we can’t survive it” Joan argued, letting her voice fall slowly into a whisper while Isabella gazed around in hurt. “Then why did you want me to come back here so bad?”

I questioned angrily. “What delusions?” “The ones where you spew nonsense about you EVER being my mate, fated or chosen. The ones where you insist I will release you from your sentence, now or ever. The ones where you think I would EVER choose you over Chastity, over my sweet girl, over my fated mate. The ones where you refuse to acknowledge that I am sickened by the mere sight of you. Those delusions.”

Instead, she whispered something under her breath, so faint I almost could not hear it. “I didn’t kill him,” she said, over and over again, her words barely audible as she repeated them countlessly like a mantra. This word was all too familiar, the last time she had been like this distant and unreachable was during our honeymoon when she was sick, burning with fever. But this was different. This was worse. There was no fever now which made her in a delusional state. This was something deeper, something inside her mind that I couldn’t reach, what the hell made her like this?

“This heart, beats for me. So I guess it's high time that you stop deceiving yourself and accept the truth.” “Stop being delusional. I'm not listening to any words that you say. And that video, I'm not believing it either. I am no longer easy to fool. Like I said before, the Izabelle standing right beside you now, is different from the Izabelle of the past.” “Total bullshit. Keep saying that to console yourself. Izabelle, what if you find out later that the video is true and not made to fill you? What if you find out that you were all in the wrong ever since? What are you going to do then?”

What delusions was he operating under that he would think I was pregnant with his child? I enunciated, “These children in my stomach are not yours. They will never be yours and I will never have your children. They are definitely Derek’s.” His expression grew ever darker as I smiled at him bitterly. “You had your chance a long time ago, but you blew it. So don’t drag me into your delusions.” The next thing, I saw him reach for a plate from the table beside him. I quickly covered my face, and the loud shattering sound on the wall beside me made me flinch.