When Nietzsche Wept Book Novels & Stories

Chapter 13: Mistakes Albert Camus once wrote, "Blessed are the hearts that can bend; they shall never be broken." But I wonder if there's no breaking then there's no healing, and if there's no healing then there's no learning. And if there's no learning then there's no struggle. But the struggle is a part of life. So must all hearts be broken? – Nathan Scott, One Tree Hill ********** I silently made my way into Nate's apartment, I felt so dirty doing what I was doing right now but I needed answers.

Athena mused aloud. Vincent watched as Athena explored his brother's room, her curiosity is evident. He noticed her gaze falling on Nyx's small bookshelf, where a collection of classic literature stood, including works by Kafka, Murakami, and Dostoevsky. He saw her pick up a book titled "Alice's Adventure in Wonderland" and remembered how much Nyx loved reading it. "He loved that book. It was always with him," Vincent said, watching Athena's reaction closely. "What book?" Athena asked, curious about the significance of the book.

Nathaniel returned to his desk. He was visibly shaken and glad Lloyd couldn't see it. Despite the younger male's belief that emotion didn't make him weak, it was hard to conquer. Emotion, whatever it was, had always been an enemy to fight. He seized three books, practically tearing the pages as he searched the lengthy paragraphs. It seemed like hours before he finally caught sight of something that could help. It was a long shot, and it was dangerous, but time was running out.

What was the use of crying? After all the tears, the truth remained: Valentino would never love him. And it wasn’t like Nathan liked the man, but the thought that his mate also rejected him, like Mikhail did, was too much to bear. The tears fell anyway, slipping down his cheeks. His sobs were quiet as he hunched over the sink, gasping. Nathan soon emerged from the bathroom, bathed, but he felt anything but fresh. He slid into his clothes and walked up to the bedroom door.

Never Again 🌷 “When someone is crying, of course, the noble thing to do is to comfort them. But if someone is trying to hide their tears, it may also be noble to pretend you do not notice them.” -Lemony Snicket ~•~ •E V E L Y N•

All I have to tell Rene is that Nathan got killed, I don't have to bring up the werewolf hunter aspect. We're in front of the building but non of us move or say anything, we're just sitting in silence. I'm looking outside but at nothing in particular. He's gone, he's really gone. I knew it was all too good to be true. This is the universe's way of punishing me for betraying my roommate. I deserve a lot of things, like my book getting rejected eight times but not Nathan dying, not him. I haven't cried this much since I was slut shamed in college. I cried when my dad died but at least people were there to comfort me, in college I had no one and now it'll take more than saying "sorry for your l

Elky took the tablet without protest and gave me a look that said he would allow me to win this one, just for once, but tell no one. Nicos turned toward the bookshelves and pretended to be interested in the spines. It’s an old trick—give two young things a minute with the door closed and call it sensitivity. He ran a finger over the gold-stamped titles his money bought and his sleeplessness read. He paused at Herodotus, as if history might owe him the right answer. “I do not change my mind often,” he said into the room, to the books, to me. “Understand what this costs.”

I reassured myself, thinking as if I had not given him. Nshigrs stood up, and I bowed down. "What was his reply?" She asked. Now, I wonder if I should let her know or not. But it would feel weird if I did not say anything. "Erhmmm…He didn't take it too well." I said. Nahigra was shocked, she looked at me and I bowed down again. "Why? What did he say was wrong with the book?" "I don't know." "I knew he was looking for a popular book no one had ever read."