Triste Realidad の小説・ストーリー

my first meet with Nick, Kayla's rejection, the ceremony, and sharing a soul mate with Kayla The sad reality was Trina was too practical to believe any of it. “It’s complicated,” I admitted carefully. There was a pause on her end, softer now. “Complicated as in drama complicated or life-altering complicated?” I stared at the sunlight creeping higher up my wall. “Both.”

The words remained in the void. THE THIRD TRUTH IS NOT A PLACE. Emma couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe properly. Couldn’t think beyond the echo of Ethan’s voice still burning inside her memory. “Look for the third truth.” Now it wasn’t just a phrase. It was a fracture in reality itself. The sea of forgotten realities trembled softly around her, no longer exploding with light, but unsettled—like a sleeping giant shifting in its sleep. The Unchosen remained frozen.

my voice quavered. Janus exhaled, leaning against the back of the chair again. “There is no reality.” I looked at Janus, confused. “What do you mean?” “My dead family is a reality for me, but not for others. They don’t see them, they don’t hear them. Meanwhile, your dreams, your nightmares are a dimensional reality for you, but not for me. Because I don’t see or hear them. So, what exactly is the reality? This world? This society? What if you are dead and this world you see is an illusion your mind has created to make you feel as if you are alive?”

Heat and pressure and the desperate certainty that this might be the last time. After, they lay tangled. Breathing hard. Reality seeping back. "We're terrible people," Trina whispered. "The worst." "Hope deserves better parents." "She got us. That's the tragedy." She laughed. Actually laughed. "How is this funny?" "Because we're flying toward probable death and we just had sex in a storage closet like teenagers. We're absurd." "We're human." "Barely." He held her tighter. "If we survive tomorrow, if we somehow win, what happens to us?"

I've been trying to overcome that but I think I still can't move on. I can't deal with something like that to be honest, I can't deal with heartbreaks, death and everything that deals with separation. I can't deal with it, that's why I don't really want to connect with people because for me, at the end of the day, everyone will leave and they will never come back.

Since you, who introduced me to this abysmal reality, should pay for what you've done. "I'm going to get rid of trashes like you, do you understand? I will give my all to survive in my next life, and if, in any case, I can't? I swear to fucking drag you down to hell with me. Let's suffer together in my next life, you filthy devil." Celestin still managed to smirk even though blood was spurting from her mouth at every word she utter.

I'm having a hard time trusting people these days. I let out a forced chuckle. "You care about me? No, you don't, you are just like them," I paused "Maybe even worse. How much do they pay you for sleeping with them?" I spilled without much thought in the state of anger, but I realized my mistake instantly.

Peter, Maybe when this letter reach you I was no longer here in Europe, my flight was tonight. I'm sorry that I will be doing these, you know me since the time that you court me. I'm sorry, for using you for my personal gained and you where just so dumb to notice it. I am ambitious man and I was not satisfied for what's happening to me, to us. You know that this was coming. I'm sorry. -Michael P.S. I take the money, I need it for a new start. Goodbye.

He just acts silly and makes his sorrow seem like a joke so she doesn't see the genuine anguish he's, in fact, in. The woman's chuckle became considerably more audible. "Mr. Florencio, your choice of words! Keep in mind that you're not only cursing a random man but the one and only love of my life,” Serena added in a sweeter voice. "Love of your life, my ass!" Serena didn’t say anything anymore but just laughed even more. Amazed. Olivia was frustrated silently. How does it feel to be unloved by someone you care so much about?

Andre even went so far as to yell, "Jane! I'm not dead. I'm your real fiancé, Andre! Come out and see me, Jane! I don't believe you've stopped loving me…" I opened the door and addressed everyone regretfully, "Look at this madman. He's delusional. Everyone knows my ex-fiancé died on the battlefield. How could he possibly be standing here now?" The crowd burst into laughter. "Exactly! How shameless of the Twilight pack to resort to such dirty tactics!" "In my opinion, Andre Ackhurst was never good enough for Jane anyway. His death is probably for the best. At least Jane stands a chance at happiness!" "Get lost! Don't stand in our way of courting Ms. Jane!"