Novel & Cerita This Is What The Truth Feels Like

They had let me think the worst of them all this time, just so that I wouldn't suffer the weight of these memories. But surviving was not enough, I wanted to live and I would only achieve that by knowing the truth. And the truth was liberating. I no longer felt guilty for feeling the way I did about three different people, but I felt so many inconsistent and unreasonable things. I lost myself in Logan's grey gaze, the sparkle in his eyes, the calmness of his expression, -I... He put his finger on my mouth, “Okay.”

"What you did slowly broke you making it harder on the process and now that you finally experienced what it feels having magical energy you were so happy even though knowing it isn't yours at all. You will break yourself more, you'll feel a much deeper despair and completely throw yourself to the void---" "I said shut up!! Is it wrong to want to live normally like other people?! Is it wrong to dream?! You don't know what it feels, so shut you mouth!!" "You see, I have lived my whole life imprisoned in a room. Not knowing the world, there was even one time that I don't care about it at all. You think you know what living normally means? No, you don't. Because people has their own meaning of l

"What's going on? Where are you?" "I'm at home. I just watched the news about Oliver's live trial. I suddenly thought of Daniel and felt overwhelmed. "I've been like this for a while, but I just can't calm down. Now my chest is starting to hurt."

It fluttered beneath my palm like it could feel my fear. This is it. The day the truth stops hiding. The day everything falls apart.

Whatever I am— Whatever they made me— I know one thing now. The truth isn’t just dangerous. It’s already tearing me apart.

They had to uncover the truth, whatever it might be. “Alright,” Gowthami finally said, her voice steadying as she made her decision. “We’ll find out the truth. Together.” Ram watched as Gnapika and Gowthami huddled together, their expressions intense, their voices hushed but urgent. He couldn’t help but shake his head slightly, a mix of amusement and exasperation flickering in his eyes. **These girls are getting it all wrong with their wild suspicions,** he thought to himself, bemused. **What is it with girls and their ability to turn the simplest things into the most complex mysteries?** He marveled at how their minds worked, always spinning intricate webs of theories and suspicions that se

The smile was trying to happen, and I was not quite preventing it and not quite allowing it, existing in the narrow territory between the two. "Bad trip so far?" I asked. "Long trip," he said. "Better now." He said it simply, without the quality of a line, without the performing edge of someone who had calculated the effect of the words before producing them. He said it the way people said true things when they were not particularly invested in how the truth was received, which was its own kind of thing entirely. I opened my mouth. "And what exactly is happening here?" The voice came from behind me.

The afternoon sun streams through the window, but the room feels cold. Ethan is still holding me. His arms are still tight. His heart is still racing. His breath is shallow. His hands are shaking. His whole body is trembling. His soul is bleeding. His world is crumbling. His life is falling apart. His truth is pouring out. "The truth hurts," he says. "What truth? What are you talking about? What truth could possibly hurt more than everything we've already been through?"

A test of truth. Sariah let herself breathe, though she wasn’t sure if she was still breathing. The sensation of her body had grown distant, abstract. She tried to speak, and when no voice came, she thought instead. What are you? The presence responded not with words but with a feeling that dropped into her chest like a heavy stone in still water. The first witness. That understanding did not echo. It settled. There were no layers to it, no riddles. Just a raw, singular truth.

“God, I hate this.” “What?” “This feeling.” “Which one?” She looked up. “The one where I’m not in control.” His silence wasn’t judgment. It was listening. Real listening. And then, softly— “You don’t have to be right now.” She didn’t move. Neither did he. The air between them thickened—not with lust, but with truth. The kind of truth that only rises from ashes. From what’s left after you burn everything else down. She took a step forward.