Short Lived Happiness Novel Novels & Stories

"I don't understand, You are seriously kicking me out because I told you the truth right?fine but let me tell you this you will never find happiness as long as you have hurt our friends Jane Mark my words" Ten years later Darkness surrounded my life. It didn't favour me at all. I became lonely. I would party so much that there were times the fake happiness turns into miserable heart break. I then remembered a warning that I was once given. I really feel pain and discomfort with this life. Maybe happiness was never destined for me. Sometimes I would get kicked out of apartment for not paying on time. I don't know what happened but there was a time when I was sleeping across the road because

“It is just a novel.” “It. Is. Just. A. Novel.” He picked a fluffy romance book and thrust it into my hands forcefully. “But, it can affect your mood. So, you are allowed to read only those stories that make you happy.” I bit my lower lip as I browsed through the pages of the book; briefly glancing at the ending. What Kain didn’t understand was that such happy endings hurt more than the tragic ones. They filled me with a longing I knew could never be fulfilled. They reminded me of everything that I could never have.

I set my phone down and looked at Mark playing with Harper in the yard. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows over them. The pain I once thought would last forever now seemed like a fleeting fog in the river of life. I realized then that true happiness wasn't necessarily found in grand vows or dramatic gestures. Instead, it could also be found here in this seemingly mundane life filled with effusive warmth.

When I came into this country, I was full of dreams and aspirations, I was sure I would find happiness that never came easily to me back home, here. Soon, I discovered my happiness was quick sand. Every time I moved, it seemed to drown me. It kept moving, shifting, never stable. I thought once the code was complete, I’d get it, the thing called happiness. When Mackayla and I started going out, I’d find what’s missing. Then both of them disappeared, along with the fleeting thing I thought I’d found. The goal post shifted again. When I find them again, when I’m with my child, perhaps that quick sand will stop moving.

They were together all the time in the past month, except when they were at work. The media had caught pictures of them entering and leaving their home more than once. They were even given the nickname of 'Siamese Husband and Wife' by the media from how glued at the hip they were. Sadie had experienced true love with Blake. She used to think she had felt true love for Chad, but she realized it was not truly love after she got with Blake. Sadie was smiling when she walked out of the elevator. However, before she could reach her parking space, someone struck her behind the head with a club.

But Sophia felt it land like it was new, like every time was the first time. "I love you too." And in the morning, they'd wake up and do it again: the breakfast, the park, the work, the small negotiations of a shared life. Hope would have opinions. Liam would make coffee. Sophia would open the gallery. They would count their blessings, which sometimes looked like counting to forty-nine and calling it enough. This was what happiness looked like, she thought. Not perfect. Not without fear or struggle. But real. Earned. Theirs. One year later, and they were finally, truly home.

Looking at the message on his phone, Sebastian could not help but smile. [I learned that at George Lambert's birthday party a few days ago, his childhood friend publicly announced his divorce from Ms. Shepard and confessed her feelings to him. Will have more details on what exactly happened tomorrow.] She was divorced. His chance had come. This was truly the best news he had received in a long time. … Cora, who had not dreamed in ages, had a dream that night. She dreamed of her university days before meeting George, when she was not yet like this. Once, when getting food in the cafeteria, she had lost her meal card and her phone was dead.

Since I didn’t own much, it didn’t take long. Then, I noticed something tucked beneath the bed. A navy blue journal. It was mine. Flipping it open, my eyes landed on memories I couldn’t recall but had once written. "Day one of our marriage. Shawn didn’t come home." "He said I was manipulative. That I drugged him to marry me. But I don’t even remember that night." "Attempt 1: He said even if I died in front of him, he wouldn’t flinch." "Attempt 100: If he still doesn’t care, and my parents still don’t love me, then maybe I’ll stop trying since no one in this world sees me."

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