Sadly Yes But I Lived Mga Nobela at Kwento

But I did it for her. “Okay, fine,” I breathed out, my voice taking the tone of a plea. “I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have done it. It’s just that… how could they be alive after they made you go through a lot? The thought made me furious. They didn’t deserve to live their lives while you—”

Kiva, before you start crying, screaming, destroying Damien's furniture or doing anything stupidly dramatic, I am alive. A sob escaped me, and at the same time I laughed, a pathetic little sound I knew was ridiculous even as it left me. But it sounded exactly like her, every word of it, and I pressed my hand over my mouth as Damien moved closer beside me. I kept reading. Yes, I'm alive. No, I am not dead. And before you start asking stupid questions, yes, I'm okay. Well. Fine enough.

I had lived all my life around Aldrich that I didn't even know how to live by myself. “Anywhere but here,” I murmured. When he pulled away, I let out a long exasperated sigh.

“I don’t deserve to live.” She rubbed my back gently, then pulled away a little to look into my eyes. “You can let go now, baby. I’m happy here, too.” Her voice was just the same as months ago. I stifled back a sob because how was I supposed to handle the grief? “How can I live without you?” She wiped my tears with her thumb as her eyes softened towards me. “Then live for me, Is. Live for us.” I was about to say something else when a loud alarm went off, and I pulled my eyes apart to find myself back on the sofa I had dozed off on.

’ ‘No,’ I murmured, feeling a pang of pain shoot through me. Even though I was only doing what it took to stay alive, I knew back then, as much as I know now, that I shouldn’t have survived Tenebris Island. From the moment I stepped foot on that cursed island, my life was over. How was it fair that I got to live while all the others didn’t? "I’m sorry." I whispered, fighting back the tears that wanted to spill from all those deaths. "I’m so sorry." "Sorry won’t bring them back."

I’m so tired of crying. “I’m fucked off.” I couldn’t stop myself. I closed my fists and broke down. “Why do I have to live this life? Why didn’t you leave something that I could use to find the truth?” I hugged myself, biting my lips. “Dad, I miss you. I just wish you two were still alive.” I lay on the ground, crying. I’m so tired of living in this cruel world. “This life sucks.” I laughed bitterly while looking at Dad’s grave.

I exclaim that as an authentic truth feeling proud of how much I have fought to today be able to say that I am still alive after being aware that without a doubt I am the living example of when death tries to attempt a life and fails in its task. "Don't be like that Emma, but however understand me, I have lived through hell since it all started, I was left without parents at an early age and I have been very unhappy in this world even more than lonely, however, I have fought to do everything the best I can, although it is evident that I don't usually make the best decisions sometimes. "

I think I heard those words more than enough today but looking at my shattered phone I smile while crying then said "Why do I feel that is my life that shattered today not my phone" ****

She doesn't even know where I lived. A stubborn tear slid down my still closed eyes, I wiped it aggressively. I refused to cry over something that didn't matter. I am dead now, with no achievement, no family, no relationships. I didn't have a best friend or a boyfriend or even a sister. No one who cared if I was healthy, and alive. The reality that I dead a fucking loser hurt so much that I burst into tears. “Are you kidding me?” a familiar voice growls in the background.

He asked in curiosity. Mr. Grudeso sighed and sadly smiled. "It's tough, if I have to be honest with you. Sometimes, I wake up in the morning trying to find a reason to live. Sometimes, I question myself why I am still here. But whenever I feel hopeless in life, her voice would always play in my head. I remember before she passed away, she told me to live happily, to never give up. She told me that if I ever shed a tear or feel like killing myself, she would flick me on the forehead."