Novel & Cerita Tragedy You Are My Remedy

But I never told you what the practitioner diagnosed. Ashton's eyes reddened. "The damage they caused to you left your body so severely weakened that you lost 20 years of your life expectancy. There's no way to have a full recovery. "Knowing that you might leave me years earlier than you should have, I just couldn't forgive them!" Hearing the emotion in his voice, I held his hand with an aching heart. "Meeting you is the single luckiest thing that's ever happened to me. We should just focus on the present and make every day count, Ashton."

“This is the autopsy report. She’s been sick for at least three months. During these three months, she was severely malnourished. All she had in her stomach was cheap vitamin pills and nothing else. “Her bloodstream is made up mostly of immature white blood cells. Without treatment, the late stage of this illness causes agonizing pain. How did she handle it?” The doctor’s questions were like painful blows landing on Dad and Jonah. Jonah looked at the report and suddenly slapped himself. He did it again. The blows rang loudly. “I’m a wretch! I’m such a wretch!” He recalled the day he had stood at my door as I asked him for money. He realized I had been in pain then. But he still yelled at me

I’ve been acting like a female recently, being easily emotional and even growing tears in my eyes— About a year ago, I would have termed that as a weakness but now I know better. Being able to feel remorse or your heart being touched by happy events doesn’t mean weakness, it means I’m a real being and a mortal, both of which aren’t bad things. So I don’t fight the feeling anymore as it doesn’t make me less stronger. If anything, It makes me stronger. — love makes me stronger. I had poison trailing in my veins and I searched the stretch of the Reigns until I found Isla. On a normal ground, I would have lasted hours after I abandoned treatment at the Clinic. My love for Isla pushed me and made

My repaired heart is only asking one thing from the day I became numb is Revenge. See u soon XAVIER REVENGE IS ON I am back for my VENGEANCE -Yours love with lots of hatred Jasmine

But just as I wavered, his next words plunged me into an abyss. "Actually…" A faint trace of unease crossed his face. "We need you to help Yvonne. She found an old remedy. Combined with the blood of a premature baby, it could cure her illness." My whole body trembled as memories of my past life came flooding back—the blinding lights of the operating room, the stench of disinfectant, the urgent shouts of the doctors, and then… total darkness. "Get out!" I screamed, shoving him away. "Don't you dare lay a hand on my child!"

Caleb's finger had been cut by the metal edge of the gift box, and blood was seeping out. But he seemed to feel no pain, just staring blankly at my ring. "Uncle… he treats you very well," Caleb murmured, his voice thick. "Cliff roses, pink diamond rings, moonstone necklaces…" "He gives you everything I couldn't." I was silent for a moment, not quite understanding the depth of his regret. "Caleb, you chose to refuse two years ago," I said calmly. "It's too late to regret it now." "I know," Caleb gave a wry smile. "I just wanted to prove that I could also…"

Out of options, I dropped to my knees and slapped myself twice. "I'm sorry. I was wrong before. Please, be the bigger person. I'm begging you to send three or four people, or even just one or two, to come with me! Cyril's life is hanging by a thread. Even if you don't care about me, at least remember that your job is to save lives."

“Is he in the medical field?” “He’s dead.” Ava’s eyes flicker to her, understanding. “I’m sorry to hear that.” It’s the normal courtesy to say when people hear of your loss but it feels more genuine to hear coming from someone who went through the same thing. Mia wonders how she lost her boyfriend. She doubts Ava experienced the same ordeal as hers. She doubts Ava was ecstatic when the lights went out of her boyfriend’s eyes. Because Mia certainly did. And she will do anything to watch it happen all over again.

Tasting my own salty tears, I made no effort to stop crying. Command me to be well Amen, Amen, Amen.... Take me to church I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies; I’ll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death; Good God, let me give you my life... - Hozier ******************** Chapter One:

The direction to a better day is still deep in doubt and confusion, but bombarded with hopes and tears. Your every movement shall dictate how the sun will rise. Your every wave and dance shall set how the stars will appear tonight. Your every reason of spontaneity shall trigger the waves of insanity. Your every word shall be mixed with the harshful results of rage and grief. And as I lay here half asleep beyond the mourning voices of the afternoon, All I could mouth is the signature of sorries and the seek of forgiveness I could never redeem. All I could do is close my eyes and breathe the fragile situation that I have messed up.