Confusion Will Be My Epitaph Novels & Stories

I had four days left before the poison consumed my organs entirely. All I wanted was to spend whatever time I had left with the woman I loved, but I could not reach her. The next day, I learned that Enzo Marchetti, the first love she had never forgotten, had returned from overseas. "Let's get divorced. The love of my life is back." I clutched my chest as a searing pain tore through it. "I'm at the family hospital. I've been poisoned. The doctors won't let me leave.” Her voice turned sharp and cruel. "I don't care if you're poisoned or dying. Even if you drop dead the next second, you need to come back and sign the papers." The last trace of warmth inside me went cold. I answered calmly,

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.

“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.

A glimpse of his back to me as he strolled arrogantly out of my infirmary flashes through my memory. He can’t be gone! The word echoes in my head, heavy and wrong as confusion crashes into disbelief, then something else I don’t want to name, a tight ache I wasn’t prepared for fills me. The sort of ache that shouldn’t be there. Not for a man I barely knew. Not for an inmate. Not for someone who was never supposed to matter. Not for someone who probably had mental issues and ended up confusing a decorated doctor like myself but he did… With all his arrogance and pride he ends up dead in that manner?

That's too bad. "I'm glad to see you are finally awake. Could you please explain what is happening?" I inquired, looking between the doctor and his parents, seeking clarification. Is there a possibility that Greg might be experiencing confusion? The doctor, with a reassuring smile, began to explain, "Greg is experiencing retrograde amnesia, which can result in some confusion and memory lapses. It's not uncommon in cases with head trauma. We're optimistic about his recovery, but it will take time and patience." Greg's parents nodded in agreement, their faces a mixture of relief and worry.

Heat crept into my cheeks, I pretended to keep reading, but inside his words settled somewhere I couldn’t quite explain. Matthew Kane wasn’t generous with compliments, If he said he trusted someone he meant it. I forced myself to focus on the journal before me, several pages had been deliberately glued together, while carefully separating them, I discovered a single handwritten sentence. The ink had faded with time, never trust the person who mourns the loudest. I read it twice, then a third time. My stomach tightened as Clarissa’s face and the perfect performance after my mother's supposed death flashed through my mind.

We managed to ward off Abaddon and bring back Harper. The first thing the idiot does is to glare at me—he must have missed me dearly can’t say I didn’t miss him probably missed him more. I got so many things to share with him. Let’s begin today’s confession shall we? LIFE IS PARTLY WHAT WE MAKE IT, AND PARTLY WHAT IT IS MADE BY THE FRIENDS WE CHOOSE TENNESSEE WILLIAMS “I just had the craziest dream. I think I heard your stupid voice moaning like a goat what the fuck Mason?” Harper said, glaring at me

He looked lost in a reverie. The hollow words sunk deep inside my heart and strangely twisted in pain. I knew this confession would ruin me for eternity.

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.