This Is What The Truth Feels Like Novels & Stories

“The truth is something we are not always ready to see or hear. That is why the truth always hides. But if you give it a chance, if you listen without judgment, and if you allow your heart to accept it. The truth is the most powerful thing you can possess. It may hurt and it can anger you. But after all those emotions, the truth can also open more doors than you can imagine.” This is their truth, this is their story, and if I can accept it. Maybe, I can find a place to call home. Maybe then I would find a place where I could belong and then maybe I would never feel alone.

How am I supposed to get them back? A cold, crushing truth wraps around my ribs. What good am I like this? What good am I… alive?

But in that moment, it felt like truth. ---

Whо knоwѕ іf аnуthіng hе’ѕ tоld mе іѕ the truth. I picture mу hеаrt іnѕіdе mу chest. Inѕtеаd of hеаlthіlу bеаtіng, іt’ѕ a ѕhrіvеlеd uр рrunе, blасk аnd rоttіng. Sоmеhоw, іt’ѕ ѕtіll keeping mе brеаthіng, аnd ѕееіng еvеrу detail іn thе fabric оf the comforter оn mу bеd.

Chuck said, "Lend me your phone, Steph." He held out a hand, and I gave him my phone. He played the video and showed it to Valerie. Meanwhile, I was dazed. I couldn't remember the last time Chuck had called me by my nickname. After watching the video, Valerie insisted that I'd used artificial intelligence to put it together. I shrugged and asked, "Will you only admit what you've done when I bring the pastor here to give his statement?" I added, "He's been feeling guilty over accepting your bribe, so he chose to tell the truth. He's already been removed from his position."

He insisted I crouch by the door to listen to their voices. "On October 6th was Xavier's birthday. I summoned the courage to tell him the truth, but he said he would only listen if I finished all the cream on the cake on the table. He knew I was allergic to cream and couldn't eat any." ... The notebook contained records of events from nearly four years. With every page I read, my body temperature dropped, and countless images flashed through my mind, like someone stabbing me with a knife, causing excruciating pain. It was him, the man I dreamed about, Xavier Quinn.

And when she finally spoke, her steadiness was a bit discomforting. “Jane… sometimes the truth doesn’t break us. It only shows that we’ve been living broken all along, and it gives us the opportunity to shape ourselves into something whole.” I wanted to believe her. I wanted to believe that uncovering the truth about my mother, about HAB, about Nathan, about Julia, about all of it, would give me wholeness instead of dragging me down to my knees. But the fear inside me whispered otherwise. Back to the Present I opened my eyes at my desk and drew in a deep breath.

Done accepting pretty words at face value. This time, I'm going to find the truth for myself, no matter how much it might hurt.

we'll see each other again? Why do I feel so strangely happy now? Why does it look like there is a butterfly in my stomach? TO BE CONTINUED...

… Staring at the sterile white ceiling, I could still feel the ache in my abdomen from the pre-op injections. Kate Diller and Jack Diller. Who would've guessed that those two weren't related by blood despite having the same surname? What a pair of psychos. If they wanted to indulge in their sick "forbidden love", they were welcome to it. But why did they have to drag innocent people like me into their mess? Building their love on my ruined life—didn't it taste bitter? I clenched my fists tightly to stop myself from storming over and beating them senseless right now.