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I died unloved. I lived unloved. And in the end, they divided my belongings before my body was cold. It was all for nothing. The darkness swallows me. And I let it. Because dying is easier than accepting the truth: I wasted my entire life. And I can never get it back. --- Cold. Dark. Nothing. I float in void. No body. No pain. No thoughts beyond the terrible clarity that this is death. This is what comes after. Nothing. Just... nothing.

He looked down at me from behind his mask. "It doesn't taste like anything. Not as beautiful and fun as you imagine. Sometimes, I feel very tired, bored, and want to end my life immediately. Unfortunately, I am destined to not be able to die." Without realizing it, I was gripping Daran's shirt quite tightly. I was angry at Daran and at myself. "You... Blessed with a long life. Instead, I was cursed to have a very short life. If only... You could share a little of your life, I really want to..."

He asks. I sit in silent contemplation. “Well, I guess?” “Sweet means nothing if you have never tasted bitter or sour. We cannot appreciate the blessings in our life if we never experience pain. Joy isn’t joy without knowing what sadness feels like.” He explains. I wake up sweating. I wish I was able to see my father outside of my dreams. Outside of the boundaries of my memory. Outside of fairytales and nightmares. “You humans always have a strange memory.” Theia comments, distracting me from my thoughts.

“Everyone has their problems. You can't judge other people's luck without knowing what they're getting into." "You are right. But it's still difficult to be in that position." She let her panini lie on her lap and decided to look out the window. Memories of the past are always destructive memories. She was forced to relive those memories and grieve for all the bitterness she has lived so far. But it still felt great to her because she had managed to live her life since experiencing all that bitterness ten years ago.

Atlas's Pov... Life had always a to slap us hard on the face when we try to find the least happiness for ourselves. It had been this way all the time. For me, for the people around me. No matter how far we go, no matter what height we reach, we can't just escape from the brutality of this Goddamned world. The rain was not harsh but it was biting — biting every corner of my heart it could reach. Caroline's life was so tough already. Why must she go through this again?

"Can I say something?" "Of course," I insisted. "Vo jindagi kya jindagi jisme maut ka khauf na ho, Vo bandgi kya bandgi jisme bichode ka dard na ho, Vo mohobbat kya mohobbat jisme parwane ki maut na ho, Or vo taqdir kya taqdir jisme har sukh dukh ki chot na ho," "Bhot khoob" "Amazing," This truly was.

I couldn’t contain the pain I was feeling. Life was more than living or making plans. It was worth more than doing what you wanted and trying to be happy. It was something much deeper. Perhaps, the best definition is, life has nothing to do with anyone. We only just exist for how long it wants to and when the time is up, it doesn’t care if you were just about to achieve your goals or trying to be happy. It also didn’t matter if you were an only child. It was a bitch. A bitch to deal with.

Life is really hard for every human being even though humans have wealth and power. Anyone must have tasted the bitter, sweet, sour and salty life. It's a part of life that we have to go through even though we refuse to feel it because these things are like destiny for every human being can't be prevented. Sweet, sour, bitter and salty life does not see a person's social status they will and approach to make us depressed and stressed. "I often think that only rich people when faced with problems will be stressful especially for us hehehe .." The man laughed and then responded to the girl's words which he thought were funny but were in fact true

"If we are talking about this critically ,my whole year has been shitty ... Scratch that my whole life has been a whole lot of what you call bullshit " "Why was I even brought into this world my life is worse that a horror film because it's not a film or a nightmare but a fucking reality" I say ,the frustration at this point is frustrating and at this point me think about how frustrating my frustration is ,is making me more frustrated and the fact that I have said the word frustration more than twice is totally annoying and nerve-wracking because if I say that word one more time I might actually shoot myself in the head with a gun .

CHAPTER 9: LIFE CONTINUES Sometimes life has a way of making us swallow our words. ©Humeyra WRITERS P.O.V Hamdan spent a lot of money looking for Humeyra but he never found her. Occasionally, he would see her mirage like the broken glass in the sun but nothing more. Some would say that love is bitter others would deem it sweet. I call it bitter-sweet for without the pain there would be no gain. But all Hamdan and Humeyra felt currently was the pain.