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“He might...” “No.” Nadai stepped closer, forcing him to look at her. “He survived yesterday. There’s a difference, and you know it.” Her voice softened, a plea threading through it. “You know why he’s still standing. It’s not because he’s invincible. It’s because he has a reason that won’t let him fall.” Elias clenched his jaw until it ached. “You think his reason is me.” “I know it is. We all know you are the reason.”

“Brother, believe me you will probably regret it if you finish me off now…” “Ha ha ha, isn't the sooner the better? Your rot is truly terrible to imagine! After hearing your story, I have no logical reason to keep you alive!” “Wait… There's a reasonable reason why I should stay alive… At least, as long as that brat is alive…”

It was a very tempting thought - a thought I was surprised I hadn't gone through will thus far. My life didn't offer me anything that made me want to stay here. The only reason I remained breathing on this wandering star we call Earth was simply because I was convinced there was a reason I must still be here. Maybe I was desperate to find a meaning behind my utterly lurid existence. But really, with no family nor friends, no home to go to, a circadian routine that consisted of visually examining a milkshake- with essentially no reason to wake up in the morning, why was I still here? I hardly had any willingness to continue breathing. I was merely just subsisting, floating through life with h

They wanted to get rid of their lives, which means they do not want to stay anymore even if they have a reason to live . If this reason had come to him before then he must have fought for his love but coming to an end where nothing has left inside him so he can fight for his life has led him to believe death is better than to stay alive. Life is a lie and death is the truth of life. One can not conquer death to save his or her life.

I have to make a decision here. Do I stay miserable in this world, or do I take a chance at another life? It's an obvious choice! Of course, I'll live life in another world! The world I live in no longer has anything to offer! It's the only practical and logical choice anyway. Staying in this room is like staying in a den of starving lions. I have a zero percent chance of surviving, and meanwhile, taking the voice's offer has a one percent chance of survival. Even if it's improbable, it's better than nothing.

Lennon didn’t like the idea of hiding, because it will one day fail, if not on the first day, it’s better to be prepared than sorry, they can still hide but they have to train, not just Noah but them too. If they want to stay alive in this world next year, they have to at least know some martial arts, know how to use weapons and vehicles, that’s the bare minimum, he wasn’t even considering the resources they will need, the place they are going to stay at, the informations they will need, there are a lot of things to consider for this apocalypse, so they will have to stay up all night to discuss it. ‘Damn you Nova.’

alive? For years, I was singeing, deteriorating in the restraints of merciless hell with absolutely no drop of water or even chaff of air to vindicate me. But somehow, I came out of that fire, a burnt and rotten remnant, just one more contact with even a matchstick of fire and I would have been converted into ashes, an excruciatingly severe process of experiencing your very own cremation. Interment. But I fought with the last amount of flesh I had left to meet my exoneration and when I saw it eye to eye, air came and it stirred around my reasoning aptitudes giving me reasons to stay alive so I would never have to go through the fire again.

I’ve gоt tо dо whаt I саn to stay аlіvе. I bеlіеvе fіndіng thіѕ nоtеbооk mіght bе a ѕіgn frоm thе universe. Wrіtіng іn hеrе іѕ going tо hеlр mе survive; and one day, mу words mіght еvеn hеlр аnоthеr gіrl lіkе mе. I’m ѕurе I wоn’t bе the lаѕt to bе trapped hеrе.

The city lights glittered around her, mocking the storm of emotion swirling in her chest. Jaxon joined her quietly. “You don’t have to pretend you’re fine,” he said. “I’m not,” she replied flatly. “I’m barely holding it together.” They stood in silence for a moment. The wind tugged at Riley’s hair, whipping it into her face. “I keep wondering,” she said quietly, “if this is why I was kept alive. If the universe let me survive just to deal with this all over again.” Jaxon looked at her. “You were kept alive because you’re stronger than you think. And because someone needs to finish what those bastards started.”

He tilted my chin with one clawed finger. “You’re fire,” he said. “But fire burns out when it’s alone.” I didn’t blink. Didn’t flinch. He pulled back. “You’ll break. Just like the others.” He turned to leave. “Wait,” I said. He stopped. “Why keep me alive?” He glanced over his shoulder. “Because he wants to **see** you.” Hours passed. Or maybe it was days. No food. Just dripping water. I stayed awake. Counting breaths.