Novel & Cerita Poem Salvation

Dreading dawn like it was a death sentence itself. “Please God, save me already.”

"Broken. I found you and healed you. Gave you purpose." *Or stole it,* my heart whispered. *Stole it and replaced it with chains.* "And I fell in love with you?" "Completely. You said I was your salvation." *Salvation.* The word felt like poison. Like being saved from something I'd wanted to stay lost in. "I wish I could remember it better." "The memories will come back. Once you stop fighting them." Fighting them. So I was fighting. Good. "What if they don't?" "Then we'll make new ones."

Eve​ry​ mi​nu‌te f‌elt‍ like an hour‍. Don S⁠al‌v​atore was asle⁠ep inside. T‌he guards were smo‌king by t‍he portcullis. I s⁠tared at th‌e w‌inding road‌ below. Darkne​ss. Nothin⁠g⁠ but darkness. ‌Please, I prayed to a God I hadn‌'t⁠ spoken to in ye‌ars. Br⁠ing h‍im back. Even if he’s broken. Just bring‌ him bac⁠k.

They call me salvation. The word echoes in the hollow spaces of my chest. It does not feel like a title I earned. It feels like a truth they have whispered into existence and left for me to recognize. The sound resonates through Amy, vibrates through the ruins, shakes loose the dust of old pain. I do not respond immediately. I do not yet know what my voice would carry.

I clutched at it with everything I had— The name which had now become my salvation. Cael.

With that, my world came crashing down around me, leaving me shattered and broken. “You shall watch every single person around you, everyone you love die as a sacrifice for your safety,” she declared. The word struck me hard, my heart felt like it had been ripped from my chest leaving a gaping hole that could never be filled. “If I should be dead then why am I here? Why did people save me? Tell me why!!!” I screamed in agony. “Because you can also be the savior,” she retorted. “What does that mean?” I asked, clutching onto my hair in frustration.

He needed her much more than she would ever need him, his salvation. “ We're heading for a press conference to reveal our engagement and upcoming wedding to everyone.” He announced and brought out a small box from his suit pocket.

It turned out that Sunny had kept painting me in a bad light in front of him. Well, it no longer mattered. After all, one wouldn't believe someone they didn't want to believe. The doctors had to ply Sean with sedatives before injecting the medicine into him. With my arms crossed, I nodded while watching the scene unfold. Since Sean regretted everything now, it wouldn't do for him to die so soon. … The police sent Sean a video clip. It was a recorded statement from one of the seamen who'd saved Sean and I. He talked about how I'd been exposed for a long time while trying to save Sean.

His son found his salvation in his love and it was just because of that only person, Ariella Kayzon. Placing his palm over Ariella's head, Dawson pecked the top of her head, causing her heart to warm up, including Kieran's. “Thank you,” Dawson said to Ariella, bringing a smile to her face because she knew why he was saying that to her. He was utterly grateful to her for healing the pain he had given not just only to her but his child and even his pain too. She had cured all of their pains with her hope, love and sacrifices. She indeed became a beautiful salvation for all of them, especially his son.

Laurel muttered. “Who is?” Lucien asked sharply. “The Goddess, you got touched by the goddess,” The Priestess reacted with a shocked look. “You have a destiny, a Salvation that you need to accomplish. It wasn't your time,” “You have a chance that I did not, Brielle,” Laurel said with pain in her voice. “We have to end his reign over the lives of women and men that can't fight for themselves. No more persecution,” “Chase? He killed you ,didn't he?” Lucien growled ferociously as he watched tears escape his sister's eyes.