They All Had A Reason Novels & Stories

he admitted, his uncertainty reflecting his genuine desire to understand her perspective. Emilia's smile was bittersweet, containing a hint of melancholy. She understood the complexity of her own actions and the futility of trying to justify them. "I have reasons for everything I do," she began, her voice tinged with a tinge of sadness. "But that doesn't mean those reasons become a defense against my actions. Sometimes, even unjustified actions have reasons behind them. So what's the use of listening to those reasons if they won't justify my actions?"

She shrugged and continued examining the files. “Or maybe she did something that displeased the murderer.” I wrote down the possibilities. “Just like what Grip said, we write our own fate. Suzy did something and it resulted in earlier death!” I still have a lot of questions though. Grip also said that everything happens for a purpose or reason. Is the reason behind their deaths enough to justify it? Are the thirteen lives worth it? I stared again at Bruce, Suzy, and Victoria’s names. The time of their deaths bothered me. The three of them died at the same time.

She didn't wanna seem ungrateful because she was grateful that she was alive and that her parents had enough foresight to get her off the island as quickly as possible because otherwise she would probably have died as well in some unknown accident caused by his parents. the two didn't wanna speculate on anything that was actually unknown for the reason that they didn't want to believe and too much that they couldn't actually see. The one thing that they both had realized was that everybody had a motive of some sort. Even the others. They knew that the only two people that they could trust was each other.

All circling the same two people. And none of them realized how badly this would end. For all of them.

Because love, they realized, wasn't the reward for surviving. It was the reason they had survived at all.

I told him what I was thinking. “Oh, I am sure they probably had a heart attack for two reasons. I am sure they knew who they were, but I am also sure that they weren’t sure what to think of either of them with their dyed hair and tattoos. I am also positive that neither of them gave a flying fuck about what all these people were thinking or saying about them.” Kaden points out.

Their names and why they were here? Things remained in the dark about the specific purpose. Allen understood they were not completely different people. They seemed to share some links with each other. People that were probably united by the same goal, or maybe they were companions. They were here for some unknown reason. Their names were not known, even to them. They knew little except that they were villagers living their lives, since time unknown. Tim said, ”Indeed, our names are not important. What is important is we do what we should be doing. I will return to do my daily work now. I remember that there is much work left for today…..indeed I have to go hunt for meat today. Excuse me”

People made their own choices. Besides, we wanted different things. There was no point in staying together.

New revelations. But tonight. Tonight we had this. Each other. Our pack. Our purpose. And that was enough to keep fighting.