The World Isn't Wrong It Just Is Mga Nobela at Kwento

I pleaded. “But her mother has done a lot of wrongs to me. The sin of her mother will definitely fall upon her heavily. No mercy. No second thought. No going back. She must join you in the land of the spirit in no time. Mark my words. Both of you will continue as mother and daughter in the mortal world.” Lizzy poured out venomously. I kept on begging her to spare my child. As I watch my life crumbling apart. What a world I came to. What a miserable life I found myself in. I lamented secretly.

‎I look again, hands clasping my mouth, body shaking. ‎And the world tilts. ‎Two lines. ‎Clear. ‎Unmistakable. ‎Positive. ‎For a second, everything goes completely silent. ‎Like the universe just… paused. ‎“No.” ‎The word comes out small. ‎Broken. ‎I grab the test like it might change if I hold it tighter. ‎“It’s wrong.” ‎It has to be wrong. ‎It has to be... ‎But I know. ‎Deep down. ‎I know.

"Pops? Tell me I am wrong... please!" "We can't!"

He got my test center wrong, yet somehow you've managed to make it my fault? Behind her, Lewis sniffled softly. "Please don't argue because of me. This is all my fault..."

I looked into the room. The window was wide open, and the freezing wind rushed in. My niece's friends huddled by the bed, too scared to say a word. They were already in elementary school. How could they not know this was dangerous? My mate tried to reason with me. "Raven already admitted she was wrong. Honey, you've vented enough. Let's just bury the pup." I found it absurd. A life was gone, and all she had to do was say she was sorry?

I gasp, reaching for him in the dark. "I’ve got you," he says, his voice thick. I feel his hand grip mine, hard and desperate, as the world begins to tilt and fade. The last thing I see is the glow of the exit sign, far out of reach, as the space between wrong and right finally disappears.

Just us against the world. And that would be enough.