Sadly Yes But I Lived Novels & Stories

I swallowed in my dried mouth. “Oh! Fuck you!!… I thought you are completely dead!” She joked but I didn't fall for it. “Everyday of my life, I watched people laughing happily and joyfully, being loved by others. I've always known a saying 'what you give is what you get' but it's a lie... I’m better dead than alive”

Natalie said, “They already missed once. They won’t get a second chance. You won. You’re alive” I was alive alright. But I knew that this was not the end. Not by a long shot.

And cried out loud in pain. And laughed. At first I cried. But now, I started to laugh. Loudly. Wow! Look at the things. Look at me. I am dying. Goodbye.

she assured me “I mean, I just feel like I have been living in survival mode my whole life. You know, just trying my best to live while other people get to have whatever they want. And then there is me, who is fighting every obstacle every day just to see the next day.” I complained as tears rolled down my cheeks

“Thank you Emani” I muttered with the pancakes filling up my mouth, I think I just have a live day after another. I should just enjoy the moment while it lasts. Today I die or I live.

“Not everyone gets to meet a rock star. Maybe it’s a sign.” “A sign of what?” “That you need something exciting in your life.” “I already have enough excitement—broken bones, crying patients, and caffeine.” “Still,” Audrey said softly, “you work too much. You should let yourself feel something once in a while. You deserve it.” Eva smiled, though her eyes stayed on the rain-streaked window. “Maybe.. someday.” “Promise me you’ll try,” Audrey said. “Try to live, not just work.” “Sure,” Eva replied.

So, borrowing from the Spanish I am saying Sólo se vive una vez. And I am going to do that by saying a gazillion yes to the man that has me in his arms. Once again, I might be crazy, but, maybe blame Vegas?

" Wait for it Sadie, you won't know what hit you. It will be so hard that you might either die or choose to live in pain and agony for the rest of your life " Sofia said to herself grinning happily.

The sender had requested her to return to City N. And now that she was back, she hadn't heard from the sender. Paula let out a deep breath, wondering if she was overreacting to the message about her mother's death. But deep down, she knew something was off too. She already knew something was off too but back then, she was just a high school teenager. Just then, someone rushed into the living room, causing Barbie and Paula to jerk their heads in surprise. It was Yolanda, breathing heavily as if she had just run a marathon.

Certain I'd die alone. Now I was here. Alive. Healed. Surrounded by family. The journey had been brutal. Painful. Nearly impossible. But I'd made it. We'd all made it. And that was worth celebrating. Worth everything. I'd survived being buried alive. But more importantly, I'd learned to actually live again. Not just exist. Not just survive. But genuinely live. Love. Laugh. Heal. Thrive. It was beautiful. Hard-won and complicated and messy.