Question Behind The Question Novels & Stories

Okay, wrong question. But, what?!

“Why.” One question. The most real question under all of the other questions. Not who are you or how did you get my number… just why. Why do you care. Why does this matter. So why are you still here in the outer reaches of my life when you should have been that odd thing that happened once and then dissipated in the light of day? I studied the question for a long time. I wrote the only truthful response I could. “I don’t fully know yet. But somewhere in those woods, last night, something was right in front of you. Be careful until I know what it is."

--- “Yes.” “But it’s something.” --- --- --- The first question came from her. --- --- Not strategic. --- Not calculated. --- --- Honest. --- --- She stepped into the center of the room. --- Closed her eyes briefly. --- Then said: --- “Why this?” --- --- Silence. --- --- No answer. --- --- No system response. --- --- No resolution. --- --- Just— --- The question. --- --- It hung there. --- --- Unresolved. --- --- Unnecessary.

--- --- Not perfectly— --- --- But honestly. --- --- “What are we doing?” --- --- The question hung in the air. --- --- Not heavy. --- --- Not pressured. --- --- Just… real. --- --- Adrian didn’t react immediately. --- --- Not because he didn’t expect it. --- --- But because he respected it. --- --- Because questions like that— --- They deserved thoughtful answers. --- --- Not rushed ones. --- --- He leaned back slightly. --- --- His gaze steady. --- --- “I was wondering when you’d ask that.”

Dangerous. “I’m asking you a question.”

Mili questioned. ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪ ▪

But one particular question caught her eyes. The question read 'What is your greatest Regret in life?'

The supreme confidence with which she withheld the larger secrets, perhaps such momentous truths as the existential answers themselves. Who are we? But leaves in the current. Where are we going? Where evolução takes us. What will we find when we get there? Do we really want to know? But I had only a simple question for her now, before she let me look at the thing. “Ma’am, if I may ask you something?” “Please.” Would it be that simple? Could I just ask her point blank what the fuck was going on and get a direct answer? Somehow this question seemed more important at this particular moment. “When you look back on your life, do you see only the good things? The happy things?”

" Romantic? " " Why the question? " " Lui, you are answering my question with a question." " Don't give up bro . " ©#KCMmuoe

"Yеаh?" I pаuse fоr whаt fееls likе а beаt tоо long, wondеring if I should еvеn аsk thе question thаt's been nаgging mе. Curiosity gеts thе bеttеr оf mе. "Hаve yоu ever treаted аnyone thе wаy yоu treаt mе?"