We're Simply Meant To Be Novels & Stories

" You are the only one for meAva, it has always been you.I can't even think of any one else other than you.We both are destined to be together." " So what is the issue if we are meant to be then we will find a way back to each other.Today is just not the day.And if we don't find a way back to each other then just accept that we were never meant to be.We were a mistake.It is just that we took a long while to realize that." "Avayou are over reacting now.... " " Oh am I ? Of course every thing I will do or everything I will say will irritate you." " Just come back to me.Let's go back to home.Let us go back to our homeAva, it is incomplete without you."

In its place was the first real spark of excitement — warm, tentative, growing. We’re going to be okay. We have to be. Because we have each other. And now… we have this little life too.

We lived simply, not because we had no means to live otherwise, but because we had learned that luxury without purpose is empty. We found joy in the ordinary things: sharing a meal after a long day, talking over tea, working together in the garden, walking through the streets of the city we loved. We valued each other’s company more than any fine possession. We did not try to impress anyone. We were free to be exactly who we were.

Without the weight of what it had meant. Just itself. Just the work. Just the garden. Just the room. Just the people. Just the life chosen. Still.

We eat in silence, in front of the fire, entwined. — Kassian? — Yes? — What do we do now? — About what? — About us. About what we are. About what we're becoming. I finish my toast, take a sip of coffee, think. — We live, I say. — That's it? — That's already a lot. She nods, slowly. — You're right. We've run so much, fought so much, doubted so much. Maybe it's time to just... be. — Just be, I repeat.

Of children who know the Veil not as a threat, but as a fact of life. “Now,” I say, “we live in what we made.” The sun crests the edge of the world. No fanfare. No judgment. Just light. And for the first time since the beginning, nothing is asking us to prove we deserve it.

“You belong to us.” The words sent a jolt through me, a surge of desire so potent it was almost frightening. I wanted to argue, to tell them this was madness, but the way they looked at me, the way they surrounded me, made me feel like I was exactly where I was meant to be.

I hate my parents. I hate I was even born. I just want to disappear. I don't see my worth. I don't see any reason to live. Why did God bring me either on this earth? I shouldn't be here. I don't deserve any of this. I'm not grateful, so He should take away my life. I'm not happy. I'm miserable. I'm lost. My tears stream all over my face as I gulp my drink. I puff my cigarette and have even finished two packs already.

“We're just wasting money if we eat out. Remember, we still have many bills here at home. It will be okay if Tracy’s the top two increase your salary." It seemed like a fire came out of his Mama's eyes as she focused her gaze on her. When her gaze is so glaring, she shouldn't object. "Pa, it is okay for me not to eat outside. Mama is right," she tried to reassure herself as she looked at her parents one after the other. "We need to save money now." "But Tracy-" "Hernando, you heard what Tracy said," her mother interrupted what her father was about to say. "The best thing is to finish your lunch; you might be late for your work this afternoon."

We're just here for rule number 4 In fact, there is no choice. We must accept ourselves as we are, no matter the outcome of whatever happens. That's all there is to it, you; Like me ; Like all of us, humans. This means that you are very complex. You come full of desires, fears, sins, and all that is pathetic; It brings mistakes, bad mood, harshness, deviation, hesitation and repetition. This is the secret of the magnificence of the human being; and its complexity. None of us can be perfect. We begin in terms of what we have been given, of what we really are, and only then can selection be made in each day; We must fight for what is better. And that is all we can ask for; to make a choice and