They All Had A Reason Novels & Stories

I knew she was worried about me but I still didn’t want to leave them. I am sure they all had their own reasons for not being here. Right?

Because they had one goal. Escape. And they weren’t leaving without each other.

Maybe their reasons and wantings are different but in the end, they all are the same no one is better than the others. **************************

I was just annoyed by the stupidity of the adults that were present at the murder scene. I believe it was murder. I don't know who she offended or how no one realized she was killed but I just had this feeling that she was killed. Besides, how could they just bury her without conducting an autopsy. Even her parents didn't want to know the cause of their daughter's death. Something fishy was going on.

Mitch hesitated, wiped his tears, and said, "Why do you want to know? I suppose everyone has their own reasons. Maybe it's because we all refuse to be ordinary and want to take on a challenge together." "It seems you're not being honest with me. In that case, I'll retract my offer. Goodbye, Mitch." As Wilbur turned to leave, Mitch grabbed his hand and anxiously said, "Don't go! I'll tell you whatever you want to know. Yes, I lied just now. They all have their own reasons for sticking with me through this challenge." "Alright."

Every one of us was surprised at the sudden question, except for Mateo’s father, whose face was filled with sadness. “Some of them are doing bad things because they want everyone to feel the same misery that they do. But most of them don’t really have a reason why they do bad things, because to them, they could easily justify it as revenge, or fighting for what they believe is right, even though in the eyes of many, what they are doing isn’t justice, but murder.”

They knew that they had a responsibility to carry that legacy forward, to use it to create a better world for all people. And so they continued to work, day by day, with passion and purpose, driven by the knowledge that they were part of something greater than themselves. They knew that they were not alone, that there were countless others around the world who shared their vision of a better future. And they knew that, together, they could make a difference, one small step at a time.

They had each other. They had legacy. They still had us.

not crammed into some tiny space with everyone. It makes sense though, they could not have given around killing everyone every time, it would have been false. Then it would mean they would not have any soldiers left,they would not have anything to do, any trainings , any survivors which meant obviously everything bad for them But did all these really have to end? Did it have to end right before I came? I had not relaxed in a long time and neither had I had fun in a really long time as well..

A reason to keep fighting. And we had each other. That was enough. More than enough. Everything.