Blooming Flowers Silent Sorrow Novels & Stories

Blood spread beneath him like a crimson flower in bloom. Rhea stood frozen in place. The knife slipped from her hand and clattered to the ground. She stared at the blood pooling across the floor and suddenly realized that the cruelest revenge in this world is not hatred. It is watching someone willingly destroy himself for you, and knowing you will never dare to believe him again.

"Your silence says enough." That hurt more than she expected. He turned, walking back toward the trees. She watched him go, her heart breaking in new ways. She hadn't meant to hurt him. But she had. The meadow felt colder now. The flowers too still. The stars overhead felt too far away. She looked at the nightshade blooming around her—beautiful, deadly, lonely. The same way Zevi had looked at her. And for the first time in days, Veyra let herself cry.

"I didn't remember it when I first woke up but then it all came back. The last thing I thought about before passing out, when the accident happened, was that I would be with my mom. I... sort of accepted it and was okay with it and then - and then I woke up in the hospital." I blinked. My eyebrows furrowed as confusion flooded my mind. What was she talking about? "Bloom... you didn't want to... what? How can you say that? You can't just give up and leave." She turned her head and looked at me but I wish she hadn't because I could see the lifeless look on her face. She had given up. She was done. She was exhausted. She was numb. "My soul is tired." I shook my head, "What are you talking about

For being an ass, obviously. On his way back from his run, he caught a strong whiff of that same scent. And instead of making his wolf jump in happiness, it made him angry. He growled as he neared the area, running towards where the scent of blood was most intense. And there, where there must have been a thick bed of fallen dry leaves like everywhere else, lay a hole in the ground, knee deep. By the light coming from up above, Skylar saw the glistening edge of something inside the hole.

She paused when she saw him like that: broken, miserable, consumed by his sorrow. She sighed. She moved past that pain, yet now, Benjamin was suddenly wallowing in sorrow. There was always a delay between one person's pain and another's remorse. And once that window has passed, no amount of guilt could undo the damage. "Nissa, did it hurt? Back then?" Benjamin looked up, tears clinging to his lashes. While his emotions were spiraling out of control, Nissa stood like a quiet witness to it all: calm, composed, detached. She gave a simple nod.

But instead, it felt like a graveyard. The roses were cloaked in frost, their once-blooming petals curled inwards like they, too, were mourning. The air was unnaturally still. Not a single breeze stirred the leaves, not even the trees dared to whisper. Something was wrong. … Song of the chapter: Will Be Back by Sunhae Im

I clenched my hands tighter as the pain in my palm seared. … I had no idea how long we walked for. The sun seemed to have climbed to its peak. I was finally allowed to remove the blindfold. Before me stretched a winding, narrow path that ended in a bottomless cave. Beside it stood a towering, ancient tree. Its scent of osmanthus drifted even from afar. The villagers said the tree had absorbed the essence of countless Blossom Brides. That was what made it so tall and fragrant. When we were thirty feet away from the cave, the procession abruptly stopped.

on her. Before her hands could fully heal, news came that she had been beaten again, leaving her paralyzed. As for Marco, after losing me, he drowned himself in alcohol, abandoning all family duties. By the time he'd discovered his stomach cancer, it was already too late. One night, I got a call from an unknown number. The voice was weak and pleading. "Anna, I'm dying… Do you still love me…" "No." "Amore, who's that on the phone?"

But Lulu didn't fight back. She slowly extended a trembling hand, her fingers closing around the thorny stems. She didn't hurl them at his chest. Instead, she lifted the roses to her nose, inhaling their fragrance with a delicate, fragile care. A shallow, heartbreaking smile broke across her lips as she locked her wide, swimming eyes entirely onto Silas’s face—as if the sprawling stadium, the whispering crowds, and the entire world had faded away, leaving only him in her view.

And now, our eyes found each other in the silence that followed … the specific silence of a moment that has happened and cannot be un-happened, sitting in the air between two people who are both still processing what it means. I broke it first. "Liam." I called out his name just like that. I said it the way you said something when you needed to say something and hadn't yet found anything else. And then the flowers came. I had not been expecting exactly that either …. white petals, drifting down from somewhere above us, the kind of detail that the palace garden had apparently been prepared for in ways I had not known about. They fell slowly, settling on our shoulders, on the ground around us,