The Sad Truth About Life Novels & Stories

I wanted to run, to get away, to escape everything, even just for now. I wanted to forget everything. I wanted to erase the pain and sadness wrapped around my entire being. Even just for now. Even just once. I can’t take it anymore. I’m shattered. Ever since I started living alone in this world, all I experienced was suffering. Nothing but sadness, nothing but darkness. When will I ever see real light? "Shit! Are you trying to kill yourself?" "Move aside. Don’t drag us into your mess. What a damned life."

It hurts to think that my dream will suddenly disappear in an instant. The deceit ..... the deceit the deceit of life.

“No chance of that. I like to live in reality, not some trumped-up fake world.” “What’s fake about people we love dying? What’s fake about a tiny baby fighting for a chance at life while you’re out wasting yours?” “For fuck’s sake. You are such a drama queen. Life is about death, isn’t it? None of us are getting out alive. I’m going to enjoy mine however I please.” “Great, you do that. Let me know if you need me to help you pack.” “I don’t need anything from you.” I open my mouth to respond, but the words get stuck in my throat.

His pain was real, his regret undeniable, but what good did any of it do now? What good does knowing the truth do now, big brother? I'm already dead.

Just loved me. "This is living too," he said quietly. "Grief. Pain. Loss. This is part of it. Part of being real. Part of existing fully. Not just happiness. All of it. The hard parts too. That's real. That's honest. That's everything." He was right. Living wasn't just joy. Was also pain. Loss. Grief. Fear. All of it together. All of it simultaneously. That was reality. That was being alive. That was what Primal Court could never understand. Never experience. Never be.

the man tells me, his voice weak and cracking. It makes me pity him, but I've lived this life enough to know better. He’s young and could probably have a better life if he had the chance, but sometimes it just isn't possible. It's all about the opportunities we’re given, not just the choices we make. Most of us don't even have one. Most of us fall into this hellhole and never manage to get out. It’s sad, but it's reality. I don't want to kill him though. I don't doubt what he is telling me is the truth. It will get me nowhere closer to Mateo to end his life either.

Of course, I was bundled up tightly. I asked him, "Am I dying soon, Kevin? The nurse told me I don't need to do chemotherapy anymore." Kevin held back his tears as he replied, "That's not it. You don't need to do chemotherapy anymore because you're recovering soon. Actually, there's another belief—that a person's soul doesn't truly die, but instead, it rests in the grave, along with their memories." I laughed. "You're really funny, Kevin. You're truly a perfect cemetery sales advisor with lines like that—even I was moved by such a romantic pitch."

“What?” “I’ve seen what loss does to people, Sofia,” he said. “There’s no greater pain on this earth than losing one of those four people. I know what it’s like to feel like the world should just stop, and like there’s nothing worth living for anymore. But I promise you, death is never a solution. That peace you’re looking for, you’re not going to find it buried six feet under.”

I'm Seo-yeon Lee, an extraordinary twenty-two years old university student. Now, how do I begin? The dark truth about me. I was just at the tender age of sixteen years old when I hurt my friend or in other words, killed my friend. It was night, a dark night, a never ending night. I was afraid of myself. I couldn't believe in myself. I debated with myself for quite a very long time that whether all of these was true. Even if it was, I desperately wanted it to be a nightmare that could never be the truth.

Is it really such a sin for asking to be loved? Well, in those five years, I learnt my lesson. I learnt that not everything we watch in movies or TV shows, not everything we read in books is true. Most of the time, it’s just the heartbreaks and betrayal that are true in those stories. Life is never full of cupcakes and rainbows. Sometimes, the cupcakes taste to bland, and the rainbows just turn out to be colorless.