The Lives We Live Novels & Stories

“Ava, you know I don’t buy into your supernatural theories.” Ava sighed, “I said I grew up in a family that knows too much, and I know when something isn’t right.” Luna held her gaze, torn between skepticism and the nagging unease she refused to acknowledge. Ava sat back, exhaling. “Just promise me one thing.” “What?” “Be careful around Deverell Blackwood.” Luna scoffed. “Trust me, that won’t be a problem.” But Ava’s expression didn’t change. She knew what she saw. And something about Deverell wasn’t human. Because she knew, very well, that there exist others along with humans in this world. She had seen them.

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.

Not because it had disappeared but because we weren’t carrying it alone. “You know what I just realized?” Lily said after we pulled apart. “Our lives are insane.” I giggled. “That’s putting it mildly.” “We’re literally in a war, talking about babies and godmother roles.” “We’re just trying to hold on to the good stuff,” I said She nodded. “And we will. No matter what happens, we will.” I looked out the window, the stars beginning to peek through the clouds. For the first time in a while, I believed that.

“Maybe we both will. We can go to the land farms together, find our families.” I smile weakly and nod, tucking my head down as the strikes continue to fall. The idea is soothing, but we all know it will never come to pass. There is but one law in our world: beauty from pain. We are born in pain. We live in pain. And we die in pain. That is the only guarantee we have in this wretched world.

He had, annoyingly, pinpointed the exact truth of our lives. “We’re not characters in a story anymore, Kai,” I said, my voice softer than I intended. “We’re just… people who live here.” “But that’s the story!” he exclaimed, then lowered his voice, abashed. “That’s the story nobody tells. The ‘happily ever after’ that’s actually just more Tuesday after Tuesday, with better pie. Don’t you think people need to see that? That saving a place isn’t an ending, it’s a door?”

"That's strange, weren't you all friends? Why does no one seem to remember my mother being friends with Alonzo or having seen them together? But you're all friends, no, that's what Sal said, that you were always together back then. So why does no one remember their romance?" She swallowed and tried to keep that smile in place, but I could see it slipping. "Ah, it doesn't matter. It was so long ago, right. I just wish I had someone to talk to, someone who would tell me stories about my parents' lives here. It seems so peaceful." I pretended to shake off my ennui, "enough about me; how is life here for you?"

she widely smiles when she saw her little sister. "Sarah, there are both black and white in this world. These two colors are parts of our life. God puts us in a world of black and white for us to see everything, for us to realize that life isn't about happiness only." Sarah walks near to her little sister. "Don't worry. Everything ends with a happy ending. If this is not happy, then its not the end yet," Samantha said before disappearing from Sarah's sight. Sarah turned her sight to the sea. Realizations hit her. "You're right, sis. It is not the end yet."

She gave me a tired look. “ That is why we are craving for a home. I use to think we're existing because we are here to live and die later. But I realized, living while dying is possible. No one seems to understand us the way we understand ourselves. It's crazy to think we can give comforts to others we wish we could give to ourselves.”

There is no coulda woulda shoulda with us, no regrets. So you invading our lives just made us make more memories. We tried things we had wanted to try. We upped the anti and lived harder than ever! Yes, you stayed on the periphery of our vision; that tends to be your way. You like to keep all of those touched by you, fearful of your return. It is your calling card, isn't it, your modus operandi. You like us never to forget your visit. But every single day, we got up and lived.

There is no coulda woulda shoulda with us, no regrets. So you invading our lives just made us make more memories. We tried things we had wanted to try. We upped the anti and lived harder than ever! Yes, you stayed on the periphery of our vision; that tends to be your way. You like to keep all of those touched by you, fearful of your return. It is your calling card, isn't it, your modus operandi. You like us never to forget your visit. But every single day, we got up and lived.