The Half Known Life 소설 & 이야기

Even if only half, I am a predator. Looking upwards at my apartment, I'm glad I have plans tonight. If I were inside all night, I could see myself drinking too much. That more than instant healing might be what saves me. The keys fumble, mimicking arthritis. I drop them again and again. Finally, I grasp them hard. It takes forever to get the door open.

When I looked up, I realized with horror that, with her deep black eyes, she had been staring at me for so long. Then suddenly all the nightmares disappeared. Mai Han was very happy, he said that I was finally free from nightmares. But my heart was always plagued with a vague insecurity that in my sky there was a huge net of spikes that was slowly shrinking. This peace is just the calm before the storm. The terrible storm brought the demon to take half of my life. That night, when I realized her obvious existence, I understood, the contract with that demon, half life, turned out not to say longevity.

I was, at thirty-five, exactly halfway between the beginning and the end of the first life without knowing it. She writes: In this life I am thirty-five with Clara at two and Ethan and the practice and the notebooks — eight of them full, the ninth underway — and Buenos Aires done and the Scottish distillery beginning and the work continuing the way the best work continues: not toward a destination but deeper into the practice.

It was nice to have someone to talk about his romantic life with –semi pseudo paraplegic romance –even though it wasn't for free. It felt regular and archaic and old and a total cliché when he took his first step towards the man. He expected to feel something new, but it was still the same. From the ground floor elevator to the third floor where Hamilton's office was; the purple orchid that hung to right side of the door; the room thirty seven copper plated office number with Dr H. E. Greenfield boldly inscribed beneath, everything up unto this moment felt too predictable and strangely insipid.

She nodded. “Yes.” I pulled my hand back slowly. “So I just live with this?” I asked. “With half a life?” “With peace,” she said. “For a little longer.” I stood up. “I told you I almost died last night,” I said. “Because of memories I don’t understand.” Her face crumpled. “I know,” she said. “And I hate myself for it.” I turned toward the window. The sky outside was grey. London grey. Heavy and quiet.

Anthony had come back to life too. He confessed, "In our previous life, I didn't marry you, it was Holly. Your parents claimed she was my savior, but I just couldn't warm up to her. That's why, when the time came to move on, I asked to be sent to the coldest, most remote outpost, hoping to get away from her. Sure enough, she couldn't stand the bleakness of the frontier and hightailed it back to Riverton in no time.

Archibald makes a sound like he’s been punched. “Isabella,” he says, “please tell me you didn’t think I would—“ “I didn’t know, okay?! Is that what you want me to say?” Isabella snaps, hackles up and instantly defensive. “How am I—how was I supposed to know until it happens? I never just know. I don’t know how! This is how my life goes; this isn’t some shitty made-for-TV movie where all the bad stuff is just lead-up for the real plot and some character development for spice, that’s just what my life is.” Isabella’s eyes are burning again and when she scrubs at them, her vision blurs. “How was I supposed to know?”

I breathed in relief, my head slowly turning to the side and upwards to meet those coal irises once again, almost cowering under their intensity, his hot breath fanning all over my face as he simply said, “You haven’t told me yet what’s the other half, remember?” I blinked a few times, watching him in complete silence, mentally contemplating whether to tell him or not... If he keeps prying into my life like this, he’ll eventually find out anyway... Letting out a small sigh, I took a small step back, creating that distance I so much needed between us, my gaze meeting his as I finally told him, “I’m half fallen. My father was a fallen.” Obvious surprise marred his features, watching me with pu

I told him and he nodded. "If they try to kill you off I will give you life, those bitches are crazy if they think I won't, becoming life has given me a treasure trove of knowledge and I will save you," Miguel stated. I chuckled internally at my soulmate. "I don't want them to punish you for helping me," I said as I turned and ran the back of my hand down the side of his handsome face. He smiled back and said we should get some sleep. I sighed and agreed seeing it was around two in the morning. I went to my bathroom and stripped down to my boxers, brushed my teeth and washed my face. I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I'd been living forever and before Miguel I would have welcomed my e

Emily jeered wild eyed. "Ronan's the mismatched half. The half you were supposed to marry. Well, it does have a nice ring to it, don't you think?" Jess pondered upon while Lizzy nodded at the comment and Anya simply blinked as it all came to her, all at once. At first she didn't quite comprehend with all the halves they were mentioning but then it occurred to her that twins were also called halves and couples were denoted as halves and that's the denomination her friends were making.