Novel & Cerita Sadly Yes But I Lived

“Tokyo? You’re really leaving? I thought you said a vacation, What do you mean start a new life ?” “Yes.” I nodded firmly. “There’s nothing left for me here, I ruined my own life so i might as well fix it, I can’t stay here anymore , i don’t even have a house , i got a job there and it comes with a studio apartment, it’s little but i am willing to manage” Brielle leaned back in her chair, giving me a small , sad smile “Well, You tried, Valerie. You really did your best, it’s just sad that it had to end for you like this “

I gritted through closed teeth “Ye–yes yes sir, right away.” My life was taking a downward slip and I didn't have family to bail me out anymore.

Even stretching is hard. I lay there for a while before realization hit me like a bus. Well, a bus has not hit me, and I never want to experience it, but ya’ll get my point. I’M ALIVE!! HAH! I’m too pretty to be gone in this world. I don’t know whether I should be happy because I really thought that I was going to die. I don’t even know what to do now. I don’t have afterlife plans. Wait, so if I died in that world, then… AM I BACK?!

I was going to die, after everything that went through, I was going to die. But… I didn't want to die. I really didn't want to die, no matter what. I was ready to face it, so I could live a better life in the future, but I didn't want to die. The years kept on coming, coming so much that it dripped into my already torn clothes. I was so out of the world that I didn't even hear anything, all I could feel was the pain in my body, the feeling of my flesh tearing, tearing faster than my body could heal.

I sound like an animal and I don’t like it at all. “ I can’t. Just like how you don’t want to die…I don’t want to die either. ” I whisper, my eyes shifting toward his lips as I lick my own. This is fucking humiliating for me. “ I have a reason to live. You don’t. ” He replies, coldness radiating from his silver gray orbs. Really? “ The manipulation won’t work on me, Cain. We don’t always need a reason to live. We live because we must live. That’s something even a child knows. ” I inhale deeply and speak out, surprised at my own words.

I smiled bitterly. I should probably be grateful for being alive and not care about material things, and yet I couldn't help but be seriously pissed that everything I had worked hard to plan had been taken away from me. "We will arrange a better one, you'll see. As soon as you recover..." Her voice cracked as she tried to restrain her tears. "Don't cry," I said with a little chuckle. "It was scary, I won't lie, but I was lucky enough to survive, and that's all that matters."

Could I ever do anything good? I didn’t know when I paused and bent down, sobbing loudly without any care in the world. It was hard living like this, every single day it got harder. I felt like dying but no sooner than the thought crossed my mind that Jonathan’s words surfaced in my head and although it was just his voice, I felt myself freeze over.

“Remember my words Hey world—life is precious. For yes, I remember I attempted suicide but to live for this day is such a big joy, I will fight death, death I will fight, yes I need to save a lady, my love, but how? She is not the same case of suicide as me; she is a serious cancer patient though she wants to live. She does really respire for life, then we all respire for life. I mean she still breathes, she should survive. I will see to it, she is alive.” “Alive like sound. Alive like noise that helps us but disturbs the rebellious neighbor. Ha! ha! ha! I still can speak of jokes there is still joy in me. What a coincidence I am alive and so is Honey. We both are fighting. As a schizophreni

The feelings of sadness and grieve that overtook me were quite shocking. “I’m so sorry about that,” “Did I know her? Your grandmother I mean. You said she passed recently so I was wondering if she was someone I met,” “Yeah, you knew her and loved her too. The feelings were mutual for she adored you,” He replied with a sad smile. It seemed like I had stepped into new shoes and was just living someone else’s life like a fraud. How could I have lived a completely different life here and have no recollection of it at all. I don’t even remember the Lycan’s grandmother, who sounds like an amazing person by the way.

Of perfect kitchens and perfect cities and perfect quiet. Of the house. The argument. The apology. “I miss the idea of some of the lives I could have had,” I said honestly. “On good days, I miss them like old friends I lost touch with. On bad days, like phantom limbs.” His jaw tightened, just a little. “But,” I added, “I don’t regret saying no. Not anymore.” He turned his head. Searched my face. “Why?” he asked.