Confusion Will Be My Epitaph Novels & Stories

It felt so wrong and I felt a gaping hole in my chest that didn't feel like it was going to disappear anytime soon. Ethan also talked about his funeral and I found it odd that he would talk about such a dreadful thing like his own death but now I wonder if, in some corner of his mind, he knew about his own death. The thought unsettled me and chilled me to the bones. He always said that being buried in a coffin sounded so meaningless and final to him like it was the end of something. And he didn't want his life to be bracketed between his earth and the day he was laid in the ground. He said he would much prefer if someone would just disperse his ashes into the air.

Shit shit shit! Hell! No freaking way, no no no, just pick your things and get the fuck outta here, Melanie, how can you make this terrible mistake, my cheeks burned with embarrassment, a video of my legs spread apart fucking… sucking… gods on their freaking bar as well!! Jezzz!!!!!! I just want to die right now. I tried to compose myself to text back, “I’m so sorry, Gabriel, hmm I was supposed to send it to Dan, please, I will delete the video and don’t tell Dan I accidentally sent it to you.”

Nobody tells him he's wrong. Because the truth is... We all blame ourselves for something. If I'd gotten there sooner... If we'd never gone to that party... If we'd noticed something was wrong... If... If... If... The word has become torture. "Troy." He slowly looks up. "This isn't helping." "I know." "No." I shake my head. "You don't." His eyebrows pull together. "I need you." Confusion flashes across his face. "What?" "I need your brain." He blinks.

"What are you afraid of?" The question left my mouth quietly. For a moment, I thought he might avoid it. Instead, he looked directly at me. And answered honestly. "I'm afraid that when all of this is over, I won't recognize my own life anymore." The confession settled heavily in the room. I understood it immediately. Perhaps too well. Because loss didn't always arrive through death. Sometimes it arrived through truth. The discovery that everything familiar had been built on lies. The realization that certainty had never existed.

Covered in mud with a cemented head stone with the words 'Find a better place of rest, Lancelot Campbell O'Sullivan, 1995-2021' Something which makes me wallow in grief, suffer a great deal of uncertainty and currently, I am undergoing selective mutism - Having that urge to speak, but cannot because of this exact earth-shattering circumstance. But I cried. I had no idea a person could cry as much as I did. It feels like the walls are closing in, with a continually gaping hole violently boring into my chest each time my brain comprehends the ugly reality that my mate got killed by a vampire. The trio leads me out of the dungeon, and I place one unsteady footstep after the other, wishing all o

he puts a nail in the coffin and I know that this will be the death of me, if not moon goddess. ***

Elise White opened the small box and saw the light green card that had a layer of film over it. There was a row of delicate handwriting on it, and the handwriting was also very clean and neat. "Hello, Sean Murphy. I'm sorry to say goodbye like this. Thank you for your help all this time, allowing me to walk with some dignity on my final journey. However, I often feel that my so-called dignity is just a self-deception. My life is going downhill after all. No matter how I treat it, it will become increasingly pale and weak. Before this, I had always firmly believed that as long as my soul still remains, the decay of my body is nothing at all. I can still do what I can to prove my worth during

Igniting confusion once more about where he stands in all of this. “I need some headspace. To think. You have no idea how confusing all of this is and…….” I sigh heavily, cradling my mug without drinking it. Lost for words and excuses with a headache brewing. He has no idea how his presence is like an imposing force that clouds my judgment.

And as the echoes of my words reverberated through the corridors of time, one thing became abundantly clear – the sign of universal understanding would endure, a testament to the boundless potential of the human spirit. Note : Now when I say I will live longest possible on earth, I move my hands too to give my words an image in my mind. It does create a difference in my confidence and belief.

ALEX This will lead me to my grave… I was sure it would. It was as though Sofia had imprinted herself upon my very essence, leaving an indelible mark that would forever linger within my soul. And what I'll tell myself was that, “this will lead you to your grave, Alexander Crow.”