Romans & histoires Confusion Will Be My Epitaph

Did Edric just…apologize? I mean…it wasn’t a full-fledged apology, but it was definitely something. It did very little to unlock my sanity, but at least, now I was clear-eyed. I remembered that he could kill me and there would be no one to avenge my death. There would be no one that would even remember me. In fact, right now, everyone who ever knew me probably assumed that I was dead. The confession was enough to get me to breathe and realize that I had been a little mouthy, but the shaking and trembling persisted.

Everyone thought I was a Jealous murderer and yet the only person I wanted to talk to wasn't even here. “ What are you trying to say?’’ “ you know what I'm trying to say. you can feel it in your call Alondra. something is wrong isn't it? there is something terribly wrong about how you're living your life and who you are right now. you feel misplaced. you feel confused. you love the answer with all your heart and yet news about his life being in danger or something you didn't even persuade? Does that sound like you?’’ it felt as if something wasn't clicking in my mind. like they had been a dozen locks placed on the door and slowly they all came loose. The confusion in my mind seems to form li

Anthony, I was prepared to curse you in this letter as no one has ever been cursed before. I wanted to call you every nasty name in the book. I was also willing to make up some words to get my point across. I wanted to tell you to go to Hell or that I hoped you tripped and impaled yourself on your gaudy cane, but anger and grief never make a good combination. I have a confession to make. When you arrived at my apartment and explained that you were in a coma, for the briefest moment, I wished you had never woken up. I’m ashamed of myself. I’m not one to wish ill on someone, but my life was turned upside down by a knock at my door. I apologize, and I hope you can forgive me.

“I try to listen, Your Excellency. People carry heavy burdens here." He stopped near a statue of the patron saint, the one supposedly buried beneath us. “Burdens are part of our calling. But curiosity… that can become a sin if unchecked.” His eyes met mine directly. “I understand you were with Perpetua at the end." “Yes.” I didn’t elaborate. The bishop nodded slowly. “Her mind wandered in her final hours. Old age brings confusion. Pay it no mind." “Was there confusion in moving her body so quickly?” I asked. The words came out before I could soften them.

Trouble and worry was written over it. "I don't know what to do. I don't know what i'm doing anymore. It's driving me crazy." He heaved a deep sigh, trapping his lips with his teeth. "I've reached that point where two roads meet. I don't know which to choose and all I want to do is re-trace my steps in the path that led me to that point in the first place." "What's your confusion about Ajax?" Her fingers worked their way to his temple to smoothen the lines out.

Hope that I would die, so that the world would survive. Flashback Over

My mouth tasted like cotton wool soaked in acid, and my stomach churned with a nauseating mixture of emptiness and regret. I groaned, burying my face into the pillow, trying to escape the light. "You alive over there?" Clara's voice floated from the other side of the room, far too cheerful and far too loud. "No," I croaked. My voice was a rasp, barely audible. "I'm dead. Please plan my funeral. No lilies. I hate lilies." Clara chuckled, "Welcome to your first hangover, Sofi. Drink water. Take ibuprofen. You'll survive."

In his mind, every choice he made was for us, and I had no right to question him. Once, that apology would've melted me and pulled me back into his orbit. Now it was too late. I'd poured every ounce of myself into waiting for those words, and I had nothing left to give. His attitude could no longer affect me. I only needed him to be gone. My silence rattled him further. He sighed, "I admit it. I was selfish. Going to Megan's fake wedding on Alex's funeral day was wrong. But he's gone now. I'm all you have left. Can you really walk away from me?"

"All these years, I've been searching the whole world for you…" Luke's voice trembled with excitement as he stepped forward and tried to pull me into an embrace. "I knew you weren't dead!" "You got the wrong person," I said coldly, retreating a step back. "Stop it, Whitney. I could never mistake someone else for you…" he said, his voice thick with desperation. "I've missed you." I stared at him in silence. "I know you still blame me… It's all Yvonne's fault—that liar! She deceived all of us, causing us to hurt you," he cried out, his back bending so low that he was almost on his knees.

Because I had no doubt that it would spell death. ***