You Make Me Feel Alive Again Novels & Stories

" I let out a cold sigh and kept walking, ignoring him as I left with my lawyer. I did come to see him. I did come to see him, but only to break him. Once he had lost all hope, he wouldn't last in there. He would be trapped in that place, day and night, worn down by a kind of misery worse than death. That was the only ending he deserved. Only then did it feel like I could finally breathe again. Once I stepped outside, I took a deep breath. My lawyer handed me the final transfer agreement. "This is from Mr. Fordham. He said buying back those shares for 20 thousand dollars was more than worth it."

“Do it again, Kelly. We’re going to take you there together.” Shivering, she circled the nub, again and again, his rough praise and encouragement pushing her to rub harder, more, harder, more… “Oh God,” she croaked, then splintered. She cried out, quaking from the inside out. Dimitri replaced her fingers with his, making sure she received every measure of the orgasm rippling through her. She went limp, falling into his body and wanting nothing more than to curl against him, lethargy weighing down her limbs.

"For years, I kept searching for Elena's face in all those women, but I never found it. Now that I have seen Elena, I don't want to live without her, not another second without her. I have found my Elena. Brookes, aren't you happy for me?" "Of course, I'm happy for you," Brookes said. "I'm still listening to you talk, Kyle." "I need to throw a party," Kyle said. "Just the fact that Elena is alive in this world is the best thing for me. Nothing else matters as long as I have Elena. That emptiness I have always felt will finally be filled."

Slow music began in the background, bringing the space back to life and snatching me back to reality. It was like being drenched in a bowl of cold water, no, perhaps being dumped in a reservoir filled with bone-breaking cold water. The reality hit hard, punching me hard in the face until all the emotions hit rock bottom and my heart grew cold. The word in the air suddenly became ugly. They were so ugly that it was unbearable. I took my eyes off it. Even the room felt ordinary. Neither the stars nor the glitter felt good anymore. I crossed my arms around my chest, waiting for him to come out from wherever he was hiding or perhaps show the remaining things he prepared.

I drink coffee and resumed baking… "I'm sittin 'eyes wide open and I got one thing stock in my mind," I tried singing so I wouldn't be sleepy. “Wonderin if I dudged, a bullet or I just lost the love of my life, baby, baby I feel crazy up all night, all night and every day, I gave you somethin’, but you gave me nothin’, what is happenin to me?” “I don’t wanna live forever, ‘cause I know I’ll be livin’ in vain, and I don’t wanna fit wherever, I just wanna keep calling your name, until you come back home.”

I hd been through enough already, after all. " But then, that tragedy happened and I lost her. I was broken, devastated, even. I was never the same person. " " I thought that I was never going to find love, like ever again. Then, we met in the bar, years, later, and that feeling resurfaced. I felt alive, like I could finally breathe after years of being suffocated, you know? " Can you imagine how excited I was? How rejuvenated I was? I felt like I was beginning to live, again. "

So faint I almost didn’t trust it. Then, I tried again… This time my index finger moved, just barely, scraping against the sheet beneath it. A broken sound tore out of my throat— half gasp, half sob, as relief crashed through me so violently it left me shaking. My chest hitched, oxygen flooding my lungs too quickly, too sharply, and suddenly the world tipped sideways… I am alive. I am here. I am not dead yet! I can see Alexander again. I can hear Serena and mom again.

The energy flowing through me was like nothing I had ever felt before. It rushed through my veins, sending power to my heart. When I looked down my hand, it completely healed, like I was never wounded. The pain in my back and my head was gone, and I felt fucking alive.

And I carry theirs. It takes a while before I am able to carry myself home, and when I do I drop on my bed, my eyes swollen and painful. My limbs feel as though they are crafted from lead and I feel myself sinking down into the mattress. So far down I pray it swallows me whole. The ache in my chest is too much to bear. Two days of silence pass and I try to bring as little attention to myself as possible. We are all licking the wounds that the sounds and sights left on us. I never understood the mark that could be left on a soul, but now I did. I had witnessed it first hand.

Ever since I basically told Bellamy to fuck off, I've felt lighter and happier. I smile much more and I do things- I don't really know how to explain it but I do things! I had just finished packing up my stoneware into a box, I added styrofoam balls on top of the plates. Somebody tell me why packing is so fucking refreshing? Or maybe it's the 'I'm finally learning how to be independent and away from Bellamy' jitters that are making me so happy.