Novel & Cerita Short Lived Happiness Novel

You know, to atleast even try to smile. If you just know how flattering it was to see you genuinely happy. After a long months of dull and emotionless face, finally you have your own now. Happiness...

"Beatrice, does that mean you've forgiven me?" I remained silent for a moment. "It's not forgiveness. It's just… never mind." Hatred was an emotion that was far stronger than love. I no longer wanted to waste my energy on hating her. From now on, we would be nothing more than strangers who knew each other too well. As soon as I finished speaking, my soul began to dissolve, scattering into shimmering specks of light that vanished into the air. Mom lunged forward to catch the fading light, but when she carefully opened her hand, the last glows slipped through her fingers. She had spent her whole life, only to end up with nothing in her hands.

Yes, she would say it was an exciting day. But he meant them registering at the city hall before a party that she no longer enjoy. The old Maya would burst in excitement for such a day. But not her. Not the new Maya. What was she thinking last time? Probably something about bonding with her true love, forming a family, and spend the rest of their life together, that sort of stuff. They all mixed into a lump called happiness in her memory now, like a lifeless amber. Well, she did spend the rest of HER life for that. Only she didn’t expect the lifespan for such happiness was short as 4 years.

Silence. Then softly: “We already built the life I used to pray for.” God. The sentence physically tightened his chest. Because once, both of them viewed happiness like something distant. Future tense. Now? Now they were already living inside it. Elena looked toward the reception behind them. Warm lights. Laughter. Beautiful ordinary joy. “I spent so many years believing happiness would arrive dramatically.” Silence. “But honestly?” Her voice softened carefully. “It arrived slowly.” “In mornings.” “In conversations.” “In peace.”

I could still picture him. Nervous and sweaty. Pretending to be confident. He had dropped the ring box twice. I had laughed so hard I almost cried. "You've made me the happiest man alive." He had whispered after I said yes. Back then... I believed happiness lasted forever. Now I knew better. Happiness wasn't something you found once. It was something you chose. Again and again. Or neglected until it quietly disappeared. The waiter placed a cup of vanilla latte in front of me.

Ava noticed it most during ordinary moments. Moments that once passed unnoticed. Nova rushing downstairs in the morning with unfinished homework and dramatic excuses. Mrs. Holt pretending to be annoyed while secretly helping. Adrian attempting to maintain authority despite clearly being outnumbered. Small things. Simple things. The kind of moments that quietly became memories. Interesting. Very interesting. Because Ava spent years believing happiness would arrive dramatically. That it would announce itself. That it would feel extraordinary. Reality proved otherwise. Happiness often arrived disguised as ordinary days. Ordinary conversations.

you can think of. And stay tuned because book three: Before Hazel, will feature the five years of Hazel’s life as his secretary, and will capture things from Alan’s pov and Hazel’s (including all the things Hazel missed, like her asshole boss’ crush on her, and how she started as a stripper, and what led to her final straw the day she quit being his secretary) but for now stick around for EVE AND ADAM (ft so many scenes of Hazel and Alan) see ya x !

“How long would you like this happiness to last?” I bit my lip, staring at his darkening eyes. “Preferably forever.” “Forever,” he agreed. A heartbeat passed, and his arms shifted around me, his fingers sinfully trailing every inch of my bare skin. He leaned over me and nibbled on my earlobe. “One dose of happiness coming up.” THE END