Reasons To Stay Alive Matt Haig นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“It was... bad. Really bad. They had all these methods for ‘fixing’ people like me. Most of them involved pain.” I felt my stomach twist. “Liam...” “There were nights when I thought about...” He paused, then shook his head. “Let’s just say I understand why you made that bucket list when you thought you were dying. Because every day I was in that place, I had to find a reason to keep going.” “What was your reason?” “At first, it was just spite. I was too stubborn to let them win.” Liam smiled, but it was a thin and fragile sort of smile. “But eventually, I realized that if I survived, I wanted to make sure I actually lived. Not just existed, but lived.”

Although Matthew said it lightly, but two children, escaping from that forest without any danger, how much courage is needed ah, that is the place that sacrificed countless national expeditions. She threw her arms around Matthew's neck, "Thank goodness you're okay, thank goodness you're still alive." Matthew patted her back and smiled slowly, "At that moment I had already feigned a serious illness and left Hustleburg, I was a small transparency in the Harrington family headquarters, although some people knew that I jumped into the sea, no one thought of coming to my rescue, in fact, the moment I jumped into the sea, I had some regrets, I thought that I was afraid that I would have to accompa

"If we're alphas again, we can get him to leave." Matt blew out a breath. "You want to be alpha again? After everything they've done? You wat to go back to that?" He shrugged. "Your plan." "It's the right thing to do." "Glad you have a bigger moral compass than me," Matt said and turned. "I'm not going back." "Why?" He went silent and set his jaw. "I have my reasons... not just because of Ginevra and Quillan." I narrowed my eyes. "Is it because of whatever you're taking?"

Everything finally spilling out. Tyler stared at the floor. Silent. Ashamed. For one terrible second... Matthew's plan made sense. Tyler might die anyway. I realised that, and I felt uneasy in my stomach. If we stayed here, all of us could die. Leaving him behind increased our chances. The logic was simple. Cold. Practical. And I hated it. Because part of me understood it. The thought alone made me feel sick. When had that become possible? When had I started weighing lives against each other?

Instead of moving to get out of the tree, Alec just looks at me. “Well, come on!” I lower myself to the next branch, the pine needles catching in my coat. “Winter.” I look up at him. “You’re not seriously thinking about running, are you?” “No.” He shakes his head once. “But I want you to know what we’re about to walk into. These people… they’re killers. They’re here for blood.” A shiver runs through me. He’s giving me a chance to save myself, but I can’t do that. How could I ever live with myself if I ran away and abandoned everyone?

"Who was there with you?” “Tex, Tank, Valentina, and Quinn.” She gripped her coffee cup hard between shaking hands. “Anyone hurt?” “None of my people, but I killed a man.” King paused. “Another one.” “I’m sorry, Matt.” “I am too, but I’m also not. You know? I hate taking human life, I promise you… but I also have no desire whatsoever to get my own life taken. I do what I have to do to come home to you.”

“I didn’t pull off anything. You just… woke up. It was a miracle, or a misdiagnosis. I just helped you walk out when you called.” Matt watched him. Liar. Or maybe not. It didn’t matter. “I woke up a week after they brought me in,” Matt said, leaning forward. “The pain was… spectacular. But I stayed quiet. I let them think I was a vegetable. Let them get comfortable. The body gives weird signals after trauma. They bought it.” He grinned, a nasty flash of teeth. “They put their guard down. So I got up and walked.” “But why wait?” David asked, his curiosity seeming genuine. “If you were awake, why stay?”

she whispered. The woman leaned closer. “The Moretti men… they don’t survive for themselves. They survive for what they love. If they have nothing, they let death take them.” Victoria’s jaw trembled. “You’re wrong,” she whispered. “He’s strong. He’ll live.” “Then pray he believes you are worth the fight,” the woman replied coldly. “Because no one survives two bullets unless they have a reason.” Before Victoria could respond, the operating room doors burst open.

"You're lucky to be alive. That's what counts." Hailey looked away. Her tears were gone. She couldn't live. Couldn't die either. Even heaven didn't want her. The only finger she could move curled around the edge of the blanket. "You're right. Dying's not the only way out." She stared up at the ceiling, hate crawling up her spine. Why should she be the one to die? She wasn't the one who deserved it. *** The rescue team scoured the mountain for almost a month before calling it quits.