Comfortably Numb The Departed 소설 & 이야기

" I trudged on silently into the cold winter night, the chill of the winds cutting into my bones. Even so, I opened the trash chute and threw the wedding photo inside, and with it, all my love for Quentin.

“What’s the point of talking about this now? Whether in my past life or this one, I can never forgive you. The best outcome for us is to never see each other again.” I looked away and clung tighter to Marco’s arm. “Come on.” Marco glanced at me, then at the disheveled figure on the opposite side of the street. Not asking any questions, he gripped my hand tighter. “Alright. Let’s go home.” In the back, the shadow sank to his knees as scattered chamomile petals swirled across the ground in the wind. Still, not a single soul turned back.

RALI "Death is not the end, but the beginning of a journey into light everlasting." The sun was too bright. It didn't make sense for the sky to look this clean when my world was falling apart. "May the soul of Tasmin Hayes find rest in the embrace of the Lord." I caught Veronica's hand squeezing mine, but that felt far away, like it was happening to someone else. "And may those she leaves behind find comfort in His grace." People sniffled around me, some sobbed into tissues. I stood there stiff as stone, staring at the coffin that was about to swallow someone my mind was still refusing to lose.

Smiling, not because of happiness, but because of the relief of being alone. Martin thought for a moment. 'Maybe this is for the best.' Then he smiled, "Then... good-bye... bro." liberation from the pain freed him. As his hidden power slowly faded away, he seemed to see his parents not far away from them. Everything fades away just like a tide receding from the coast—no more goons, no more dead bodies, and... no more. He saw Annie seems to be happy and relieved, far from her crying wretched face previously. They were wearing all white, just like what they usually wear for their Sunday masses. They have a happy smile and radiant glow. Their hands were beckoning him to their flock.

The realization hurt more than it should have. The duplicate smiled. "Don't look like that." The silver light around him grew brighter. "You survived." Thomas opened his mouth. But no words came. What was there to say? Goodbye? Thank you? I'm sorry? None of them felt sufficient. The duplicate seemed to understand anyway. His smile widened. Then he took a step backward. Silver light surrounded him completely. The city trembled once more. And the last echo of Thomas quietly disappeared into the fading light. Gone.

I wasn’t sure what kind of games Nate was playing, but my mind had become focused on killing him for forcing me to live through my loss again. Suddenly, the pain was gone. My mind told me that I hadn’t taken but a step from the bathroom, but I found myself seated on the end of the hotel bed, the robe draped around my waist. I felt hands moving along my shoulders, thumbs digging into the areas knotted with tension, and my body began to relax. Someone behind me was murmuring, though I couldn’t make out the words. I turned my head to look and found my mate leaning against the wall by the door. My grief began to seep away as his scent hit me and I found myself becoming euphoric. I watched as he

Fate, the bitch, made sure Liam's funeral happened the same day they sent Mia to the stake. It was still a struggle to know how to feel about other people. The numbness I'd almost allowed to carry me away in the Sidhe cavern offered continual comfort, taking the sharpness from my emotions and, for now, I permitted such intrusion, such softening of my terrible pain. And my egos, they agreed with me, still and dull themselves, resting, sleeping, burying themselves in the dark quiet numbness offered. I could still sense them there, knew I wasn't alone. They would never allow me to feel abandoned, not now. But their grief was almost as comforting as the numb, knowing how much they missed Liam, S

The grave would be filled up later by the caretakers of the cemetery and a tombstone, which had already been prepared beforehand, would be placed at the head of the grave once it was done. Finally, we all in unison, gave Nana one final bow, as the last symbolism of passage into the great beyond. After that bow, Dominic’s parents left. Soon after that, the few household staff that had known Nana intimately also left. Then a few minutes later, Jonathan followed suit. Much later after that, Rachel came towards me and squeezed my arm, saying no words but also saying a lot of words of comfort in that gesture. I nodded gratefully at her and returned the same gesture.

To not be dead. After a while a numbness settles over me. He can't be gone. Not Janus. I refuse to let him go. I notice soft hands stroking my hair whispering calming words to me. Janus is taken from me, gentle but firm hands pull me to my feet and I’m led away. Ruby and Garnet undress me and bathe me.

Zelena. Numb. That’s what I was now. Numb. Numb to the pain, numb to the fear, numb to the emptiness. I had nothing left. No emotions, no feelings, just deep dark nothing. The happiness that my memories were meant to evoke, was non-existent. The sadness that I thought his departure would cause me, was nowhere to be found. I had nothing. My lifeless body laid motionless on the bed. I don’t know what day it is, nor do I care. I don’t know how long it’s been since he left, nor do I know where he is. I just know that he isn’t here. And without him with me, there was nothing for me here. Hours turned to days and days turned to weeks. But in my mind, it was one long and unbroken patch of darkness.