Novel & Cerita Buried In The Sky

Please answer the call. I endured the pain and tried to stay afloat. Falling into the water helped absorb most of the impact, so my injuries were still somewhat tolerable. At that moment, I desperately needed someone to save me. However, my call to Jerome Morrison just wouldn't connect. As the bone-biting chill of the freezing water ate away at me, it was getting harder and harder for me to stay afloat. I could feel myself sinking as my consciousness began to fade. "Help… Someone help…."

I had been reborn, back to the day of the avalanche. In my previous life, the oxygen system in the sealed pod failed. Ryan, his childhood friend Eve Hurst, and I were trapped in the snow-capped mountains. Ryan suggested we save ourselves by digging out. But there were only two sets of thermal suits in the pod. As the top warrior of the Silver Moon pack, Ryan had to be the one to carve the escape route through layers of snow and rock. So, one of the two suits had to go to him. As for the other suit?

Something loyal. Something patient. Something waiting. The sky hadn’t just fallen. It had been pulled down deliberately. And we were standing at the center of its collapse.

Melissa lost it. “It’s your fault! You killed Lisa! If it weren’t for you dragging her to that stupid cemetery to kneel for your dead son, she never would’ve died in the first place!”

The woman took them further into the forest. Far off above them, the sky burned quietly. Here, however, the truth was buried in the soil. The roots were stirring and beginning to grow.

I gave him that file to let him and Melanie fight tooth and nail, bringing every ounce of evil he hid inside to the surface. Sure enough, Melanie went missing two days later. Her parents reported her missing to the police. After a thorough search, investigators eventually uncovered a basement near the ruins of the burned-down villa. Melanie lay inside, unconscious. Her body was covered in burns—some small, some massive, the worst of them melted together and weeping red and yellow pus. Her hair had been scorched into brittle curls, her face so disfigured it was beyond recognition. The smell of rotting flesh clung to her back.

A deep, aching pull I don’t understand. Am I broken? Or have I buried the truth under so many expectations, I can’t even feel it? I curl beneath the covers, eyes still open. The celebration is over. The mask is off. But the questions remain.

But somehow I just couldn’t place my hands around it and that tormented me the most. The day of Cassia’s burial came shrouded in mist. The sky was the color of old silver, thick clouds dragging across the horizon, heavy with unshed rain. The earth itself seemed to mourn her. Every step I took toward the clearing behind the fortress felt like walking through a dream I didn’t want to remember.

That maybe something buried in the dark could still find the strength to rise. Their love was buried beneath sin—and still, it rose, unbreakable.