The Half Known Life 소설 & 이야기

“I think there comes a time, you start to make decisions that will affect your life for good time to come. When you have to say goodbye to the old and hello to the new, even when letting go is hard. But you have to, because sometimes, the unfamiliar is just what you’re needing. I think it isn’t easy, but sometimes the hard is what fighting for too. The hard is necessary. All things considered, moving on is the only way you can be introduced to a brand new you, a better you. Hopefully a happier you” She put down her pen, by the journal and stroked a hand down kenell’s head. He’d fallen asleep, head in her lap and she had welcomed him, welcomed the beauty of his rain soaked head. He had no qua

She was to focused on her work to really think that this is what people were like when they met the other half of themselves. She went into her memories and remembered the stories her father had told her. How the gods thought humans could be too powerful with their two heads, four arms, and four legs. That they were the complete creature that could be totally happy because they were whole. So, the gods split them in half, one head, two arms, and two legs and only half of what they were. Doomed to search for their other half for their lifetime. Her sisters and brothers had thought the story to be just that a story, but the little girl with the considerable imagination could see it happening i

she cried to us as she handed us the painting that was meant for us. I just smiled at her as she hugged us. I looked down at the painting I was holding. "Life in the Darkness" — The Woman Who Lived in the Dark." ** Life in Darkness has signed off.

he raises an eyebrow in my direction and sighs at my silence, “you seem to have made your life revolve around CF and forget that there is a world beyond the walls of your room” “I had no choice at birth,” I exclaim with exaggerated annoyance and get up abruptly from the chair, causing it to fall but no matter, “you think it's so easy to go out into the world and put my best face forward! No, you don't, you are in good health, while I remain with stupid cannulas in my nose because my lungs are unable to create more oxygen, day by day I think about death and I come face to face with it when I see myself in the mirror” My nostrils are dilated, my breathing accelerated by rage and tears flood my

"If you're not doing anything, don't waste time here. There are plenty of people in the world you can help. Don't waste it on me." I placed my hand over the lens. The screen went black. … [In the Next Life — Oct. 11, 2023, 9:32 AM — I Don't Need Anyone's Pity] "You're Hailey Cooper, Ben Cooper's sister, right?" I was sweeping the back kitchen of a café. I frowned when I heard the voice. "You again?" His voice came from behind the camera. "People online are saying you betrayed your family, but they don't know you have cancer. I want to film a documentary series about you. Is that okay?"

Aiden’s POV The laptop keys kept clicking under my fingers as I scrolled hard and fast, reading every single line on the screen like my life depended on it. Isabella Schneider. Only child. Born and raised in Germany. Married but currently a widow. One child. Wealthy background. Married into serious money. Old money type. The kind that does not show off but controls things quietly. Her husband was a powerful German businessman with deep political ties. Everything about her screamed foreign. Nothing about her said New York. And yet, here she was. Living here. Starting fresh. Acting like a woman with nothing to hide even though I had a growing feeling that she does.

Her voice shook as she spoke to hundreds of thousands of viewers. "My husband and I grew up together. My dad died saving his life. That woman has no shame! She tried to seduce my husband…" I lifted my gaze and looked at Miles, steady and cold. He fumbled and shut the stream off, guilt written all over his face. "She's making things up. You have to trust me." I gave a short, dismissive laugh and picked up my phone, dialing. "Hello, I'd like to file a report for defamation…"

Everyone in Riverton knew Serena Prescott, the heiress of the Prescott family, collected boyfriends for the short term and never kept them for long. In five years of marriage, she had gone through ninety-nine new lovers. People in our circle said I had world-class patience, that I was the perfect husband who could endure anything. Then a swimming coach named Mason Clark appeared at Serena's side. Mason came from an ordinary family, yet he made her break her own rule about never bringing new lovers home. Serena gave me two choices. Either calmly accept him moving in, or take the money and leave, ending our marriage. Everyone was waiting to see me swallow my pride for love and keep play

Marcus The March sun is timid, almost hesitant, as if it doesn't quite dare to impose itself after the long winter months, but it's there, it shines, it gently warms the garden still covered with patches of snow that resist, stubborn, clinging to the places where shadow lingers, where cold tarries, where winter refuses to die. But the children, they don't wait for winter to end to be happy, they are happy now, right now, immediately, because it's their half-birthday, because they are five and a half years old, because they decided, one day, long ago, that birthdays were good, but half-birthdays were better, because it meant two parties a year instead of one, because it doubled the cakes, the

"We met for a reason. I sincerely hope she lives a long life." A long life, spent in the hell of atonement. My grandmother gently tapped the tip of my nose. "You little sly fox! How's it going with your love life?" I told her it was all up to her, and she raised an eyebrow. "You're smarter than your dad." I leaned against my grandmother, soaking in the warmth of a family I'd never known before. "Honestly, I'm not that smart. I just had a terrifying nightmare once." My grandmother patted my shoulder, soothing me.