Novel & Cerita You Will Never Reach The Truth

“Not yet.” Kaelen clenched his fists. “Not ready? My home is gone. Everyone I’ve ever known is dead or worse. And you’re telling me I don’t deserve the truth?” Her gaze snapped back to him, sharp as a drawn blade. “Deserve has nothing to do with it. The truth is a burden, and once you carry it, you can never set it down again.” Silence hung between them, broken only by the soft rush of wind through the branches.

In our life, you will see many people saying many things and informations about variety of topics. Even so, he can never tell whether what they’re saying is a truth or a mere gossip about that thing. “I would want to tell what I have heard, but I can never say whether it is true or not. Well, it is up to you whether you would believe it or you would just let it pass by your ears” “You don’t need to worry. I am a open minded person”

If I must see my story end in this barn, then it might be a welcoming change in the book of my destiny or so I concurred in my mind. "Denial of the truth is the biggest setback in life," I said, sitting upright and piercing my gaze into that of a kidnapper lady. "And what's the truth which you think I haven't accepted?" She blurted, bringing her thumb closer to pressing the large-round red button on the black triangle remote.

But I'm not sure I want to know the truth. - I think you have known the truth for a long time, but you refuse to look at it, don't become a hypocrite and accept it for once. That happens because we idealize people, and stories we would like to happen, but reality always has to be received, for better or worse. The knowledge of ourselves is what differentiates us as a society, that's why we have the use of reason. - What did you want to tell me? - I need your loyalty, because I can't do it alone, but I can't allow myself to be betrayed either.

"The moment belief disappears, everything collapses." "But people deserve the truth,” I said. She laughed softly. "Do they?" "They do." She approached me again. "Tell me, Rowan." "If tomorrow the newspapers discovered every secret hidden inside every royal household, would society become stronger?" "I..." "Or would centuries of stability crumble overnight?" I couldn't answer. She gently touched my cheek. "Sometimes truth is necessary. But most times, the truth is merely destructive.” I looked at her. "So you're just going to pretend?"

He was playing with his words, giving me just enough to keep me hooked but not enough to give me real answers. “Why won’t you just tell me?” Alden’s eyes darkened slightly, and for a moment, I thought he might actually answer. But instead, he simply leaned forward, his voice dropping lower, his presence pressing into mine, “Because, Nyx…” He murmured, “Some truths are better left forgotten.” A chill ran down my spine. I opened my mouth to argue, but before I could push further, there was a sudden knock at the door. Liam’s voice carried through, “Alden, we have a problem.”

"Yes. All of these seem true. All of these feel certain. You can see the trees. You experienced the fading. You know the history. You exist in this moment. These feel like facts. Like certainties. Like things you can trust absolutely." The community nodded. Yes. These were solid truths. Undeniable realities. "Now," the beginning continued, "I'm going to tell you something that will make you uncomfortable. Every single one of those statements, those certainties, those obvious truths, might be wrong." Confusion rippled through the circle. Protest began to form on faces.

But no matter how far I go, the weight of the truth is still there, pressing down on me, suffocating me with its cold grip. I don’t know how long I walk. I don’t know where I’m going. All I know is that I need to be alone. I need to escape the crushing reality that’s threatening to swallow me whole. And yet… no matter how far I go, I can’t escape it. I can’t escape the truth. It’s always there, lurking in the shadows, waiting for me to face it. And one day, I know I will have to. But right now, I can’t. I can’t face it. Not quite yet.

Because compared to the truth people will eat the issue raw and then spread it and exaggerate the story. Sometimes a truth is not important because the human heart just likes to look for other people’s faults and turn them into weaknesses to judge others. They don’t do it for justice or to do the truth, they just need someone to hate. But ironically, when the man left, they forgot everything as if nothing had ever happened. Like dew evaporating during the day, gone without a trace. And only the sickest people remember everything and still suffer. ***

He said and walked towards me with long steps. "There's always a real truth behind the truth we want to believe. We tend to believe those things which we hear, see or feel. Our idea of truth is limited to our ignorance about the unknown things in the vast universe. One must have patience to get all the facts of a case before deciding what truth is. We must inquired from various sources rather than blindly believing information from a single source. You will regret fucking each and fucking every thing." I said in a single breath, desperately wanted him to trust me. It makes me tremble. "Dear Lady, each and every evidence and witnesses are against you. Your own pregnant self is one of eviden