Novel & Cerita Slice Of Life

She got up and gave me a hug. "It's all over. Live for yourself from now on." It was something so simple, even an outsider understood. And yet, it had taken me six whole years to finally wake up. Fortunately, it still wasn't too late.

I was just about to swipe my WhatsApp away when I noticed a little red dot on my contacts list. I tapped it open and saw a notification from an unknown number. The profile picture was a man's side profile, standing before a snowcapped mountain. The text read, 'Hello Ms. Shepherd, I'm Matteo Lombardi, a friend of Eugene's. I heard you're looking for a personal trainer?' I thought about it for a moment and accepted. I didn't do it because I wanted to start a new relationship, but because it felt like the right time to meet new people. It was time for me to form new friendships, socialize with new circles, and have a completely new life.

ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡᴀsɴ’ᴛ ɪɴ ᴏᴜʀ ғᴀᴠᴏᴜʀ” “ɪ’ʟʟ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʟɪғᴇᴛɪᴍᴇ”

] The words cut into me like knives, over and over. I was here to catch them in the act, but in the end, I turned and left. I went home and sank into the couch, my eyes lifting to the wedding photo on the wall. "I want everyone who walks in here to see how happy we are." I could still hear him saying it when he hung the frame. I stood up and threw it to the floor with everything I had. It shattered the second it hit, just like our marriage. I stared at the broken glass scattered across the floor, feeling like something inside me had been hollowed out.

Everything tonight was heavier than it should be. I unwrapped it slowly, layer by painfully layer. Like peeling back skin. And then, I saw it. “A blade.” It wasn’t large, not ornate but wrong. The metal didn’t catch the light. It swallowed it. It was alive in a way steel should never be.

Aarif scratched his goatee while taking a bite of his pizza slice, “So our world won’t end as long as you keep writing.” Sikandar hummed in thought, “I’m not sure whether I should be relieved that our world won’t end yet or cry because we’ll have to put up with AI’s drama for the closest thing to an eternity.” He bit his slice and stretched it away from himself, stretching the cheese on it, “Damn, so cheesy.” “I’m glad we prevented our world from going into a limbo,” Shaan said, gobbling up his slice in one bite. “But that doesn’t solve our problem of being stuck here,” Meeran completed, slathering his slice in ketchup before taking a bite.

I cleaned the cut, gave her a cookie, and didn’t think about hiding the kitchen knives. Progress. We’re not healed. But we’re not haunted. We’re just… Living.

I just needed to figure out the right thing to do. A notification popped up on my phone, and I saw that Liv had posted a picture of her breakfast, with a cup of coffee and some muffins. Seeing how easy and calm her own life was somewhat put me at ease. At least not everything in my life was a total screwup. Things were finally settling into a nice, healthy place for both of us. And I liked that for us.

He explained, "Let's say you feel full after having seven slices of bread. You can't say that the first six slices are for nothing and only have the seventh slice. Isn't that right?" Anthony's expression shifted.

The day before our wedding, my fiance, Brandon Foster, and his girl bestie pulled out their wedding certificate at the casino. Brandon shrugged as he said, "It's just a joke—we'll be divorced tomorrow, and everyone knows that Wanda and I are strictly platonic." Wanda Stiles, however, was smiling provokingly. "Come on—they say marriage is sacred, so you guys can quit gawking already and hand us our wedding presents!" Everyone around the table laughed, with someone saying, "Alright! I own a business in the West End, and you can have it for your wedding… if you beat me at the dice game. Table rules." I didn't argue and merely sat at the table, smiling faintly as I met Brandon's frown. "The