Confusion Will Be My Epitaph Novels & Stories

he stammered, and the line went dead. I stood alone in the swirling lights, the confession still playing on a loop in the world outside. My legacy was gone. The Angela Gonzalez Foundation would be torn apart by scandal. My family was broken—Arthur traumatized by my hands, LJ reeling from the truth, and Chloe forever scarred by the night her grandparents’ past tried to kill her.

Unable to even give me the pep talk to handle it myself. Everyone is still talking, but I don't hear what they say. It doesn't matter anyways; I will fail. I may have this power within me, but I am not of strong mind. I don't know how to overcome this despair that has clouded me since the day I watched my parents' slaughter. I am a waste, an utter waste. Selene and Hades had it wrong when they chose me for this. I would fail; I would fail because I couldn't even conquer happiness.

In the chaos of my thoughts, I found solace in the sanctuary of his arms. -Unknown. |Z Y R A| As I contemplate the deadly shadow of lung cancer that looms over my best friend, I find myself on the precipice of despair. The weight of disappointment in myself bears down like a heavy shroud, threatening to smother my icy, stoic demeanor.

His eyes, clouded with the shadows of mortality, met mine in a gaze that seemed to pierce through the veil of uncertainty. He whispered subtly, his voice a mere murmur in the vast silence, "Your destiny is to die by the moon disease." The words, heavy with the weight of fate, hit me like a tidal wave. A lump formed in my throat, a bitter cocktail of fear and disbelief. Die by the moon disease—my destiny encapsulated in the morbidity of those words.

older woman nodded her head and her gaze fell on Roslyn again. “Is Pa getting any better?” asked Roslyn as she stared at her sleeping father. He looked much older, with visible wrinkles on his face; Roslyn’s mother said nothing for a minute, she glance at her husband too with an inaudible sigh. Well, thank God he’s still breathing.” She began, “often he gets confused about his environment, and he can’t get out of bed without my help. Your Pa doesn’t eat much and he hardly sleeps at night he only sleeps when he feels less pain.” Mrs. Williams began to tear up; she fumbled for a handkerchief in her bag and wipes away her coral eyes. The agony she feels in her heart had gotten to her face and

“Everything.” He waited. And maybe it was the silence. Maybe it was the fact that he wasn't Nathaniel. Wasn't Ethan. Wasn't anyone who had been part of the confusion she's trying to escape. But the words started coming. “ I've always heard about people losing their memories. I never thought it'd be my turn one day. But it seems worse than I've seen. I don't think they are as confused as I am.” Daniel listened.

It remains to be seen whether he will muster the courage to face the truth or continue drowning in his lies. "I don't know!" Othon exclaims, his hands going to his hair, tousling it. "I can't even remember meeting anyone by that name... Damn it!" Despite my conviction that Othon is lying, I can perceive a genuine confusion in the despair etched on his face. However, I remain impassive. I've had my share of lying men in life and can't allow myself to be deceived again. Othon returns his gaze to me after pacing around the spacious room, and his look seems pleading as he says:

And if it is really meant to be someday in the future, I hope our paths will traverse yet another time, and maybe then we can have a chance, a chance to happen, although I don’t hope for it is scary to expect without certainty. Where does my faith go? I placed one earbud on my left ear and played a song from Spotify. I was listening to the song, If I Were You by Switchfoot, and was looking at my face in the mirror thinking what to write next. 2020 enemies What a dismal odyssey Hell bound the apathy Is there any remedy? 'Cause we bicker over Listerine With Twitter as our liturgy What a crummy legacy 2020 enemies If I were you And you were me

Arghhhh I should have read the epilogue first. 'Epilogue before Prologue' is the motto of people who have trust issue. Those who have trusted but were disappointed. That's why I don't want to get attached to the characters! Because are not even real yet they still do die. Now I'm starting to have trust issues. When I get the book back from the dog. I will surely read the epilogue first, I'm afraid all of those romantic dialogues would be washed down in vain! All of my expectations might crumble like a sand castle. Even though I might have learned some important things, I could never relax, and don't trust too much.

My mind was too far away. Then his voice became clearer. “We now commit this body to the ground; earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.” Those were the final words. The coffin began to lower. The sound of it descending into the ground echoed louder than it should have. My chest tightened painfully as reality pressed harder against me. This was it. This was the end. After today, I would have nothing but memories to hold on to.