How Do You Live の小説・ストーリー

He raised his head to look at Finn, who was walking out of the kitchen and asked: "Why have you lived in the forest without growing vegetables or raising livestock?" Finn put his bowl of soup down on the table, laughing. "If we grow food crops and raise livestock, do you think we can keep our whereabouts a secret until now?" "Sorry, I'm so ignorant." Uri shyly looked down at his soup bowl.

"What happens now? What do we do with the rest of our lives?" Elara was quiet for a moment. "I think we live," she finally said. "We build our house by the lake. We watch our daughter grow up. We help our people thrive. We love each other every single day." "And is that enough? Is it enough to just... be happy?"

“Your place looks good.” “Thank you,” Vivian replied, a small proud smile forming. “Please make yourself comfortable.” She gestured at her pink-and-black fluffy sofas. “Thanks.” Tim lowered himself slowly, still holding his aching nose. “Do you live here alone?” “Uhm, yes.” Vivian nodded. “I have this beautiful little abode all to myself.” “Oh. I thought you and your bestie lived together,” he said. “No,” Vivian mumbled with a dramatic sigh. “Anna lives in a mansion.”

This feels like living instead of just surviving. But until then. Until that day comes. I just hold on. Just keep going. Just refuse to give up. Because that's all I can do. That's all any of us can do. Just survive. One day at a time. One moment at a time. One breath at a time. Until someday. Eventually. Maybe. It stops hurting quite so much. And we remember how to live again.

"You really need someone who'll tell you what living and being alive is." I shake my head. Someone huh? I don't need someone who'll make me introduce what living is. I can do that...on my own way.

I needed to figure out my life and actually live it. Finally live.

"Her tongue feeds on human tongues, too. Once a week it should be feed or else, it will cause a very unpleasant sound, which can make a normal person go crazy," I wrenched at what I've heard. “Does it need a live tongue to be fed?” “No. From the dead, will do,” Yuck! "Your tongue didn't feel that way?" he asked with curiosity. "No, not yet I guess? But it looks scary if it does," "Yours was from the siren, maybe it only fed seaweeds?" I was about to open my mouth to say something when the door flung and Kurai barged in.

Life for me. ***

She gave me a tired look. “ That is why we are craving for a home. I use to think we're existing because we are here to live and die later. But I realized, living while dying is possible. No one seems to understand us the way we understand ourselves. It's crazy to think we can give comforts to others we wish we could give to ourselves.”