Sadly Yes But I Lived Novels & Stories

"I lived with the consequences." I'm still living with them. Every day. "We know," he whispered. "And we're sorry. Sorrier than you'll ever know." Sorry. Five years too late, but sorry.

I giggled bitterly. “I would have been living a normal and comfortable life, where no one would want to kill me, or any of this that is happening right now… And what’s worse is that I live with that guilt every single day. Sometimes, I feel like I’m cursed… like my life is filled with bad luck.”

ME, MYSELF AND I ******************* ANGELA’S POV ******************* “LIVE YOUR BEST LIFE '' is my new motto. Life is indeed short, and tomorrow might never be. A sad fate, but someone’s reality. I had earlier refused to go to the Fernandez party with Caleb when he asked me because I was not in the right frame of mind. How do I go partying when my life was crumbling before me; when my life was enveloped by grief? It was indeed a sad phase for me.

I mumble, a smile escapes my lips and I hug him tight, releasing those tears that I can call a relief. "Thank you for being alive, thank you for not leaving me. I'm sorry for blaming you for my mother's death." I mutter in tears as I hug him tight. I was so scared when I thought he was dead, wondering how I'm going to live without him. But I don't understand what just happened, I'm sure he was dead a while ago.... What brought him to life?

“Your memories. We had no time for ourselves but the few memories we made kept me alive.” “In my life, I’ve always been asking myself what I was born for. I had no use to anyone around me. I’ve been empty but that day I met you… I felt alive. I’m sorry I didn’t think of this before killing myself. I just realized now that you are the only reason I have to live.” She was meant to say it with a smile but she cried instead. “Alexa, what’s wrong?” “Life gives you something and takes it anytime it likes. It’s cruel. Life is cruel.”

At the very least, nature seemed entirely unbothered by our drama. This particular relocation was different, though. I despised it with every fiber of my being. For the first time in my life, I didn't want to go. There was no terrible, off-key car singing this time around. No awful dad-jokes echoed through the cabin, and no one was lecturing me on how to present myself to the world.

Rina's in tears like she's feeling what's mine. "They died because of me…" I mumbled as my voice cracked. I cried there. Rina was stunned by my words. Her eyes watered when she heard me cry. He lived with me. "I just hope so, Rina." "Living is not worth it for the third time." "Without them"

I holler back at her, she's beside the soda machine, frowning at us. Sadie looks back at me, holding back a laugh. “I wish I can say out my mind like that.” The thing about life is that it forces you to be ruthless. When you're like me, and there's no one to stand up for you, you have to stand up for yourself and that's how I have been managing to survive.

No one wanted to breathe yet. Anna sniffed, shaking her head repeatedly. “I know you all think I’m going crazy,” she whispered, her voice trembling as she wiped another tear. “But I’m not. I can feel it in my heart that my boy is alive. I have faith that he’s just missing. Aiden is not dead.”

*I think your question should be… is she still alive? A headache fell hard on me, tears filling my eyes as I read the words with a shock I’d never felt before. My legs grew wobbly instantly and I had to grab the fridge’s handle to steady myself. “No.” I muttered, my body growing cold at once. No. This couldn’t be. It had to be some kind of joke. It just had to. Before I could type anything, another message came after. *The answer is yes. She is still alive.*