Novel & Cerita The Life Intended

There's no way I can tell her or anyone what I have planned and why. Before her, there was no question as to where my life was headed. Nothing stood in the way of what I had to do; I've always known what that was and never regretted or resented my life. I saw each day as a blessing, every good thing was something the bastard seed of a monster should be grateful for, and I never asked for nor looked for more. But she makes me want more.

At the life we had fought so hard to create. This was happiness. Not perfect. Not without scars. But real and hard-won and ours. And I intended to keep it that way. THE END

"Oh my God!!" That's definitely not what my brain translated. And that was definitely not what I was expecting to hear. This day just took a worse turn. I thought if the day started out good, the day would end well. What the fuck is going on? Why so many problems in life? Why do people die?

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

I on the other hand was living to make sure that things did not en d up the way people had intended it to be because then it would leave us with nothing more but anger.

you saved me and you lived. I cheated, Cale said. How? I changed the objective, Cale said. The Reaper's objective was Survival. My objective is Life. What's the difference? Survival is just not dying, Cale said. Life is... eating the pie. Fixing the stairs. Walking the dog. He took Elion's hand. Life is holding the hand. Elion squeezed back. You're getting philosophical in your old age. I am thirty-two. I am in my prime.

"I don't know dad, but I can't do this." "So you are ready to loose the company, for which you work hard day and night for?" "I don't plan on it dad, what do you want me to do?" "It's time you get married, you can't always stay single, you need to get married, have a family of your own Ash." "But I never gave it a thought." "Then it's time you give a thought about it, money isn't everything, trust me when have a family, it give a feeling of being complete, it's a happiness you can't buy with money."

"Go now. In your next life, you will be born into a loving, ordinary family, with loving parents, a healthy body, and a peaceful and happy life." I turned back, taking one last look at the world full of scars and entanglements. The small sunflower windmill in front of my tombstone spun tirelessly in the wind. In the distance, Timothy's foundation allocated its first grant to help a female awake her wolf. My spirit lived on forever in another form now. I smiled with relief, turned around, and plunged into that warm light without looking back. Goodbye, Timothy Russell. Goodbye to the six years I spent loving you.

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.

“If it’s the right kind of time.” “The right kind,” I said. “Intentional,” William said. “You can be more similar to someone in four months of intentional time than in twenty years of parallel existence.” I thought about David. About Thomas. About Leah. About all the people who had become family in four months of intentional time. “Yes,” I said. “That’s true.” We sat in the study for a while longer. Not talking about anything specific. Just being in the room. At eleven I stood up.