Novel & Cerita Surviving As

Hyperventilating. I moved closer. Slowly. Carefully. "Look at me. Please. Just—just look at me." She did. Eyes wide. Terrified. But looking. I reached out. Cupped her face. Let her feel me. Solid. Real. Alive. "I'm here. I'm real. I'm alive. I know—I know you saw me fall. I know you thought I was dead. But I'm here. I survived. I came back. I—" "How?" The word came out broken. Desperate. "How did you survive that fall? How are you—"

Surviving. Your father did not kill me in a car accident. He tried. He cut my brake lines just like I am sure someone told you. But I survived the crash. Barely. I woke up in a hospital with a new name and a new life. Because staying dead was safer than letting your father find me.

We are all survivors but he surpassed all of that,” he added quietly. My mind moved quickly to the painful labour and how baby Ash, although premature, still went through all of that and came out safely. Truly he was a great survivor and I was filled with happiness regardless, but even as I clutched my perfect, fragile son close to my beating heart, the terrifying sound of the battle filled my mind. I thought of Maddie and Barbara, Hadrian and Bram; none of us could get any information on whether they were alive or not, I was trapped in a vacuum. Only the goddess know how long we would stay forgotten in this place.

The next morning, ignoring his stern warnings, I took two painkillers and ran straight toward the heart of the ruins. Sebastian told me that if I went out there, I wouldn't make it back alive. Honestly, he wasn't the only one who thought so. During those four years, everyone assumed I wouldn't survive to see the next day. But I couldn't die before I found Damian. By nightfall, I staggered out from the smoke, carrying two children in my arms. Sebastian grabbed the kids to rush them into triage, then glanced over at me as I collapsed onto a cot, barely alive.

LILITH I learned at a young age that there was a difference between living and surviving. Living meant your life had a purpose. You found all types of emotions in it; happy, sad, love, loss, friendship, heartbreak, anger. Living meant you allowed yourself to push boundaries and limits. You went out into the world and faced it as if it were a new adventure. You enjoyed what life gave you, embraced the downs, and celebrated the ups. Surviving was very different. I would know. I wasn't living, I was surviving.

“There was a football match of my brother and friends. They won! But then while walking around the city, they saw the bikes. They decided to take part in the competition...My brother got into an accident…” “Oh, I’m sorry! How is he now?” “Now he is fine! Doctors performed a surgery for him, but he was in coma for a long time,” I said. “ I don’t know why, but I want to be honest with you. When you saw me there near the cliff...I wanted to commit a suicide. But you came like an angel and saved me from this terrible action! And then, my brother felt it! He saw that, I was about to die and that’s why he woke up! You saved 2 lives in a second!”

He has a large smile on his face. Elizabeth chuckles then she comments on David’s personality. “You took in Bob and sheltered him. You even took the time to teach him how to communicate with you. I’m surprised that you can think so ruthlessly.” David remembers saving Bob but he also knows that if he wasn’t ruthless, he would have been dead. ~It was how I survived.~ “Come again?” ~I survived because I was ruthless.~ Elizabeth finishes covering David’s wounds with the herbs. “Well… keep being ruthless… what was it? Be as sharp as a sword but be as light as a feather??”

"Help! Can anyone hear us?" Christine shouted, her hands cupping her mouth. Only the birds in the palm trees flew up in response. She turned to stare at the waves gently lapping at the shore. No sign of any other survivors. Christine sat on the sandy beach, hugging her knees to her body. Chase walked over to her and sat beside her. "You okay?" he asked. She nodded. "I guess." He put an arm around her shoulders and pulled her in for a hug. She placed her head on his shoulder. He wished he could kiss her and tell her everything would be okay, but there were no guarantees.

Her lower lip was quivering. “Lindsay, you’re not going anywhere,” Brock said calmly. “All the cars have broken down, our cellphones are destroyed, and the landline is dead.” “Yes, dead!” Lindsay yelled. “Every time I turn around, someone is dead. I’m not going to be next!” “Lindsay, calm yourself and see reason,” Lexi said gently. “It’s daybreak. We’ll get dressed and search the garage again. There has to be car parts in there to get a vehicle running.”

"You hope too much even when it's futile.” "Maybe it's not." he replied, a warm smile lazily stretched on his lips. She snorted, "you wish." " Listen teqs, God's still out there looking out for me. For us. I think that's the reason why we're still surviving no matter what we're going through." "But it's not just about surviving, how about living?" she asked in a defiant uncertainty. "We'd live when we start by being grateful for the little things that keeps us surviving right now.” he replied.