What Am I Supposed To Do When The Best Part Novels & Stories

Thіѕ аudіtіоn was аbоut ѕеllіng еvеrу single раrt of mе, аnd I hаd to go іntо іt ready tо рut оn thе bеѕt реrfоrmаnсе of my life. A раrt of mе wаѕ fearful that ѕоmеthіng соuld go wrоng but a раrt of mе welcomed thе fеаr, it wаѕ mоrе thаn enough tо drіvе mе to strive to bе thе bеѕt. * * *

How I told myself that we would get married first, and later he would fall in love with me. I dug deep into all the ugly parts and put them out there for my friends and sister to look at and try to understand. When I finished, there was only one more thing I needed to say to feel free. “Want to know what the worst part is?”

When the one person who wants to kill me tells me this, it’s only natural for my mind to ring a warning alarm. A lump forms in my throat. “I’ll do my best to create time.” I manage to say. My fingers wipe across my eyelids, drying my face of tears. The cubicle is getting really intoxicating with steam by the warm water flowing out the shower. I don’t think I should put my air pods on for much longer. I’m not in the shower but that doesn’t make them waterproof. “Don’t do your best, do so. There are also certain things I’d love to go over with you in person.”

I'm at absolutely no point ever going to see Felix in the future. That reality disheartens me, however, I realize I can't feel too discouraged because I realize he needed and required a goal. He ought to reserve the privilege to his bliss. "I'm typical now, right?" I hesitatingly ask, attempting to inspire all her talking so I can find however many solutions as could be expected under the circumstances.

For the first time in years, the future didn't feel frightening. It felt exciting. And as I sat on my parents' front porch while Jack wandered the sidewalks of his neighborhood miles away, talking about everything and nothing at the same time, I realized something. The best part wasn't the date. Or the restaurant. Or the comedy club. It wasn't even the fact that he had called to make sure I was okay. The best part was how easy it felt. No games. No pressure. No pretending. Just two people talking long after they should have gone to bed because neither wanted the conversation to end.

I don’t know, but in the worst moments, life gives us the best gift ever; it’s in our hands to cherish it and let it go. I nodded, revealing every bit of my life, like an open notebook, right from the beginning. This time, I won’t hide; I won’t hesitate or lie. I tried all this in the past, and the result always hurt nothing else. It was time to take action rather than sit and hope for the best. It’s time to take action and fight for what's right. Rather than looking back and crying, I’ll learn from it and never make the same mistake again. Not again.

I knew the best thing that I knew was actually to pretend like everything was actually okay . “Why are you crying ?” She asked me and fear could be felt clearly in her voice. She was my best friend and was I really supposed to act like this . I think the best thing that I was supposed to do was to tell her everything that was actually disturbing me . It was best that I at least told her about what I was actually going through . I knew she could greatly help me to over the challenges and maybe even help me to be able to smile again at one point .

Eliana's POV So I let loose. For the first time in a very... very long time, I allowed myself to pàrty with my friends. I partied all night, taking a drink now and then. Not too much! Brooks wouldn't let me. He was acting like the protective big brother– as always! Either way, I. Let. Loose! For the first time in a long time, I felt like dancing and partying away as if there was no tomorrow.

And the worst part? I don’t want it to stop.

"Clear the path. I want the ground broken by Monday." The recording cut off with a sharp click. The silence that followed was worse than the audio. It was a thick, suffocating thing that filled the kitchen. I felt sick. I actually had to lean against the counter to keep from vomiting. My parents weren't just "unfortunate." They were "the path." They were a line item on a budget.