You Couldn't Live With Your Own Failure の小説・ストーリー

She asked him and the other party replied, "For real! Silly right?" "I see. I can imagine it clearly." She replied. "But growing up, I realized that what you hope for and your talents can't always be the same. It makes me feel like everyone else is lucky but me. At some point, I wondered if it was because I was simply a useless person in the world. To the point that I am losing my will to continue living. I don't know how it feels like to be able to succeed in something. All I know is how to fail, not to mention, miserably. All I could get every time I will try doing something new is a dead end and another dead end to come. I just can't seem to be able to do things right, because every singl

How I watched, breathless, waiting for Dexter to drop, waiting for the poison to do its job, only for him to walk away, untouched, unfazed, still breathing while my chance to end him crumbled into nothing. I failed. And now, I had nothing. No escape. No plan. No hope. I should have tried again. Should have kept fighting. But I just fucking sat here, useless, staring at the same goddamn walls, feeling nothing but my own failure closing in on me. But then… something shifted. It was small at first, barely noticeable beneath the weight of my own self-loathing. A thought. A nagging feeling I should have caught onto sooner. Peggy.

My voice cracked. He froze. Guilt all over his face. His throat moved like he had something to say, but all I got was, "I'm sorry." Even now, with everything on the line, he picked silence over owning up to his stupid little test. No surprise. When I lost our first baby, he cried, then dumped me at some sketchy back-alley clinic. The crappy treatment wrecked my body. I've been hurting ever since. Even today, the doctor warned me:

"What? You really think that of all people that you would reach the excellent board?" "Why don't we go check—and remember your promise." "But first, let's check the failures. Who knows, maybe you're there. Which means there's still room for improvement for you. It's not the end of the world if you failed." "Sure it's not. You're still here and it's not the end of the world." "What did you just say to me?" "You heard me." "Well then, I'd like to see this smug smile on your face after you see that you have failed."

Every broken tether tugged at the edge of my concentration, like dozens of voices falling silent all at once. Inconvenient. That was all. The survivors would answer for this embarrassment. I could not punish the dead. Death was too merciful for failure. I hoped they burned in the underworld for all eternity for their failure. But those fortunate enough to survive tonight would learn precisely what failure cost them. Absolutely pathetic! Weakness spread through an organization like rot through timber. Ignore it for too long, and eventually the entire structure collapsed beneath its own decay. I would cut out every trace of it.

He paused, his gaze distant as memories flickered through his mind like pages in a book. “But you know what, Sarai?” he said, his voice tinged with determination. “I’ve come to realize that failure is not the end of the road. It’s merely a detour, a chance to reassess and redirect our path. It’s through our failures that we discover our strengths and resilience.” Alpha Damon’s words resonated deeply with me, sparking a newfound sense of courage and determination within my young heart. “So, my dear,” he concluded, his eyes shining with conviction, “never be afraid to fail. Embrace each setback as an opportunity to learn and grow. And remember, the only true failure is the failure to try.”

And then, that was when he decided to drop all he had been saving to say to me. "Oh, my boy, you make me laugh. Now, let me make it clear to you.” Here we go, here comes the lashing. “You are a born failure, and nothing you do now can make up for all your years of failure and set-backs, I don’t know how much I’ve got to say to you to make you see that nothing good stays in your hands, they die, even the bad ones wilt, go brittle and then die. Stop pushing it, my boy.”

I was just…I was just another guy, a failure. And for so long I thought the thing that made me Vincent was the club, after working tooth and nail to get it standing, it was my only achievement. I couldn’t let it go, I couldn’t watch it crumble to the floor because that would mean that what those people said were true. That I was failure…somewhere along the line, I decided that being a bad person was much better than being a failure.

—she nipped at the side of his jaw, squirming between his hands—“did it turn you on? Watching me totally failing to fuck you?” His eyes flashed. “It turned me on watching you try.” “You’d better not be trying to teach me a life lesson right now.” He gave her a mean squeeze, starbursts of sensation flaring beneath his fingers, and she squeaked. “The key to success, Cole, is the realization that failure is a temporary condition.” “What’s that supposed to mea—”

“Just keep trying, don’t let failure bog you down.” At the word “failure” I feel something burst inside my chest, and all at once the light is sucked inside my body. I almost imagine that I hear a pop, and when I look down, I see only a gentle white luminance on my skin. Despite my pleasure at succeeding, I level my mentor with a glower. “You know I really don’t like you sometimes.”