Triste Realidad 소설 & 이야기

Or worse. *****

he explained wistfully. When I looked at him, I could see he was speaking from his heart. The Reiner men were not simply a group of cold-blooded businessmen, as the media had depicted them. They were also loyal husbands and fathers who were serious about their responsibilities. The old guy sighed at that precise moment.

Though he has stopped monitoring the island every moment… The world that was crazed with digitalization had finally learnt to take a break, to talk, to love, to feel, to unplug but how long this change will last only future can tell…. Authors note: I hope you enjoyed reading Fictitious Reality. It often becomes difficult to distinguish between Fiction and Reality. In such times we should not panic. We should use our wit and reasoning to make the right judgement. Do let me know what you think about this book through COMMENTS and REVIEWS.

I was in excruciating pain, but my pride wouldn't allow me to shed a single tear. Xavier leaned against the sofa, laughing coldly. "It seems like in those two years you were away, you couldn't find anyone else. No one wanted you even when you were given away for free, Mia Frank, you're truly pitiful." I refused to show weakness. "I wouldn't give myself to anyone, especially not to you, Xavier Quinn. You make me sick." He turned his head, his eyes reddening as he glared at me. "I've never met a woman as stubborn as you. Would it kill you to say something nice?

Only truth. finally becoming undeniable.

“None of it was real.” The words landed like a physical blow, shattering the last fragile remnants of my hope, of my denial. “The daughter?” I whispered, my voice broken, desperate, clinging to that one story, that one piece of her life that had felt so real, so painful. “Was she even real?” Misa’s expression didn’t change. Her eyes remained cold. “No.” The single word. A blunt instrument that crushed my heart, my belief, the pain was immense, sharper than any glass shard, any twisted ankle.

Today he thinks it turns out to be a mere consolation. "So, I already feel useless living in this world. I have tried many ways to make my dreams come true. But why is it so difficult for me to live with Sophia? It seems God doesn't want to take sides this time." The man lowered his head. His eyes were closed because of the pain. "I was stupid, Pa. I was too reckless. Too evil and cruel. Now? Of course, there wasn't the slightest answer from the gravestone in front of Tristan. He deliberately did this to lighten the load while venting the tightness crushing his chest cavity. "Pa, Ma," Tristan called again. "Tell God to call me right away. I'd rather go with you than be lonely like now." Tris

This is our flaw - we are too perfect for each other, unable to deal with glaring defects, holding each pain in our throats just to maintain mistrust instead of building something solid between us. Now with my back to the sea that reminds me so much of your irises I feel the tears falling, my throat closed as even your gaze and like a ghost with every step. I am hungry, desirous, thirsty, but the one capable of feeding each of my soul's desires is too far away in his fantasies unable to provide the vision of reality to himself. How does one get lost within his convictions until he is blind to reality? Is this how truth dies?

The apartment was quiet and entirely hers and she sat in it and let it be quiet and entirely hers and felt the particular mix of loss and clarity that came when something real ended honestly. Not grief. Not regret. The specific feeling of knowing that something had been real and good and had still not been the right thing. Those two things could be true at the same time. She had spent years thinking that if something was real and good it must be right. She understood now that real and good and right were three different things and they did not always arrive together. Real and good without being right was what Adrian had been. She was grateful for it. She was also clear about what came next.