Qui Vivra Verra Novels & Stories

We'll live. For them. For Mira. For us. We'll live. And somehow. Someday. That'll be enough.

> “Yes… let’s go. Life waits, and I… I will be ready.” As they walked away from the silent grave, the mist began to lift, revealing the world outside—vivid, unyielding, and waiting for a woman who had faced her deepest sorrow and survived.

Zinedine's voice brought her out of her thoughts. "Oh, sorry I was thinking." Viva pretended to be sad. "Thinking about what?" "Samira, just the thought of she makes me sad." Viva lied. "Why?" "Because I wonder how she might be feeling right now, all alone in this world, I hope the bigger and stronger wolves don't take advantage of her, she was weak, too weak for her to fight against the world." Viva answered. "The last time I saw her was the night before she ran away, I wonder where she could be right now or if she is even alive and-"

"We can't control the male lead, after all. We only have one chance!" Seth turned around. He pinned us with a serious look before asking, "Do you see words floating in the air?" Tiffany and I shook our heads. Seth sighed in relief, his shoulders sagging. "That's good." A flood of comments filled my vision the moment the words left his lips. "The male lead can see us? How does he know about the comments?" "If he can see us, I hope you live a happy life with our dear female lead." "Don't fall for these bitches' lies!"

Life went on. ***

Alive. “…I lose my only way back.”

he raises an eyebrow in my direction and sighs at my silence, “you seem to have made your life revolve around CF and forget that there is a world beyond the walls of your room” “I had no choice at birth,” I exclaim with exaggerated annoyance and get up abruptly from the chair, causing it to fall but no matter, “you think it's so easy to go out into the world and put my best face forward! No, you don't, you are in good health, while I remain with stupid cannulas in my nose because my lungs are unable to create more oxygen, day by day I think about death and I come face to face with it when I see myself in the mirror” My nostrils are dilated, my breathing accelerated by rage and tears flood my

All I see is the same darkness and nothing else. It would be even better if I just closed my eyes as long as there was no bandage. When I close my eyes, my eyes are dark and there is no light to see because I close them. But when my eyes are open and what I see is dark I still can't help but hope that there will be a miracle and all of a sudden I will be able to see. But can I still hope for the miracle that I will be able to see again even though my parents who are the light of my eyes have also been taken from me by heaven? "The doctor said that you can open your eyes now, Lauren," Uncle said later. A few seconds ago I still kept my eyes closed.

I’m here to survive. And I’ll survive this.

] [May all your plans work out perfectly. [Live long and stay healthy!] [May everything work out perfectly for you!] … They were the notes William and I had left behind, one by one, in different corners of the city. And then, internet sleuths uncovered another account. The username was 'GimmeThatResurrectionScroll'. It contained only one post—a short video with text and audio. [You made it. If we never meet again in this life, then I hope today is kind to you. Tomorrow too. And every day after—always.]