Novel & Cerita The One Thing You Can't Replace

Amelia: What? Lucy: Gone. Amelia: You're impossible. Lucy: He's absolutely smitten. Amelia: Don't say that. Lucy: Why? Amelia: Because what if he isn't? Lucy: Then I'm deleting my dating qualification. Amelia: Since when did you have one? Lucy: Since this conversation. Amelia: Very official. Lucy: Framed certificate and everything. Amelia: Thank you. Lucy: For? Amelia: Making me smile.

“It has everything to do with you. You’re the replacement. It always does.” The word hit harder spoken aloud. Replacement. People said it casually, commentators, fans, strangers online, but hearing it here, human to human, stripped of glitter and commentary, felt like someone had pressed a finger directly into a bruise I didn’t know I had. I tried to swallow around the tightness in my throat. I wanted to shrug it off. I wanted to laugh. I wanted to say something confident and gracious and above it all. Instead all I could think was: It shouldn’t matter. Why does it matter so much?

If that were all, maybe I wouldn't have gone so crazy trying to find someone to replace him. What really killed me was this: an hour before he died, we'd had a fight. It was a stupid argument about where to go on vacation after our finals. That was it. A tiny, meaningless fight—and it became the biggest regret of my life. I'd stormed off and gone home, sulking. Sam looked for me everywhere, couldn't find me, and then ran into that child in the river. Right up until the moment he jumped in, he kept calling me. I never picked up. I was being stubborn—waiting for him to call just one more time. One more call, and I would've answered. But I never got that call.

Don't be a prisoner of things that you cannot change. But most of all, remember there are three things you cannot recover in life. The moment after it is missed. The word after it is said. And the time after it is wasted. The only thing I know more stubborn than this clot on your brain is you; it is one of your best qualities and your secret weapon. Now you fight, do you understand me! …Tyler POV… Jenna says to fight. They say to have patience. I am trying.

"Aria. Talk to me." "About what?" "About whatever's bothering you. About the gallery. About the security measures. About anything." His voice had an edge now. Frustration breaking through. "I can't fix problems I don't know about." I met his eyes. "Some problems can't be fixed." "That's not true." "It is true. Some things, once they're broken, stay broken." I picked up my wine. Didn't drink it. Just held it. "You can adjust schedules and install new security systems and arrange alternative opportunities. But you can't fix what's already gone."

𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠. 𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚

Silence again. Then she asked quietly, “If something happened to me… you really think you’d fall apart?” “Yes.” “And Mateo?” His expression shifted. “I’d stay functional for him.” “But?” “But I wouldn’t be the same.” She cupped his face again. “Then don’t talk like I’m already gone.” He closed his eyes briefly. “I’m not used to having something I can’t replace.” “I’m not replaceable,” she said lightly. “I know.” “And neither are you.”

You fail once, won’t have a second chance in this life game. So, kill all your weaknesses and fight with strength. I usually don’t have any specific weaknesses but there’s one that I’m afraid of; “Love”, this sole word has it enough power to make a person defenceless, because It’s the most dangerous and hard thing for a man like me,

He knew what the reason was when he saw her, clutching the phone tight. He stared at her and asked, “It’s that old phone isn’t it?” She looked away and said, “It’s none of your business.” “I’d told you I’ll replace it!” “You can’t!” A second of silent came upon them as he remembered every word she told him that night when she sent him back home. ‘There are a lot of things in this world that are irreplaceable… Once you lose it, you can’t get it back. And right now, no matter what you do. You can’t replace them.’ Those were the words that kept him up all night.

When things got broken, we fix it, when a torn paper we buy a new one, when it already cannot be used, we replace it, we can all do something for everything, all our mess can always do something about it, but in reality, in people's lives, not all broken can be repaired over a night, especially if it is a broken soul...a damage heart and mind.