Confusion Will Be My Epitaph Novels & Stories

His strong will to survive had vanished into thin air as guilt slowly swallowed his rationality. “I'm Zadkiel Mortel...” hiccup, “...a child killer...” hiccup, “...I don't deserve to be happy...” he murmured drunkenly as he proceeded to gulp the strong liquor clutched in between his hands. “I'm such a monster...” he murmured guiltily. His eyes blurred and he couldn't see anything around him clearly. He kept on chugging the wine endlessly until he finally had enough and passed out in his previous position.

[Seraphine’s POV] The melody of sorrow seemed to ring in my mind like an alarm. Regardless of my accomplishments turning into gold, the fog of fear still shrouded my vision. It was as if I lacked confidence in my own actions. And this hand, the very hand that had once brought victories for Cassian, suddenly trembled and grew cold. My blood froze instantly as my memory delved back into the fragment where Cassian would die in the future because of my decision.

My worries fade away but they’re soon replaced by new ones like if I locked the door and if I finished writing my will. I never know when I might die so I would prefer not to be unprepared. I don’t want them thinking I want my money buried with me or donated to the pack or even worse, not discovered at all. It will make my spirit a really angry one. I force myself back up and drag my feet to the table to continue scribbling on my scroll.

I rack my brain trying to figure out who I was referring to. " What's wrong? Are you still confused? Or are you even more confused?" " Would it be weird if I said both?" " * Giggle* Well you wouldn't be the first!" " After hearing from you, I'm confused about things I shouldn't be." I frowned, now knowing it was a mistake to have asked her. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ (Song: The Willow Maid By Erutan) ------------------------------------------------------------------------

I couldn't contain the excitement that surged through me, knowing that I was on my way to pick up Amara and Asher for a day filled with adventure, laughter, and cherished memories. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, shifting between the joy of the day ahead and the dark cloud that loomed over me. The doctor's words echoed like a haunting melody in the depths of my mind. "Two months." It was a stark reminder of my own mortality, a countdown to an inevitable farewell.

Her voice cracked. "Quentin's gone. The doctor said it was from a broken heart. He said his biggest regret was how he treated you. He divorced Rainee after the baby... but he couldn't face you. Too scared. Too ashamed." My throat went dry. Lips pressed tight. Why do people always wait till it's too late? I opened the letter. One line. [May we meet again in the next life and start over.] I let out a breath. Then I lit the letter on fire. 'Hope next life, you actually know what you want.'

A slow breath left my lips as I turned onto my side, pulling the pillow closer, as though I could somehow bury the noise inside my head. *Suspended.* The word echoed. Sharp. Final. But it wasn’t the suspension that lingered. It was everything else. “*Mistake.*” I let out a hollow chuckle, my fingers curling into the bedsheet beneath me. Funny. How one word could follow you your entire life. Job mistake. Study mistake. Pack mistake. Mate mistake. I shut my eyes, my throat tightening. Maybe… Maybe even my birth was one. The thought didn’t come with drama anymore.

--- Aurora’s POV The cemetery was silent. Wind whispered through the trees like forgotten lullabies. I knelt before the marble headstone, my fingers brushing over my mother’s name. Seraphina Myles. The woman I barely remembered but felt tied to in every heartbeat. “I wish you were here,” I murmured, voice shaking. “I don’t know what I’m doing. I feel like I’m falling… and I don’t know who to trust. Or if I can trust myself.” A tear slipped down my cheek.

Memories of my own devastating loss flood back, recalling the tragic car accident that claimed the lives of my parents, plunging me into a pit of despair and depression. “Don’t worry, Miss Cruz. I won’t tell anyone that you spent the night with Mr Martinez -” Nancy's unexpected words catch me off guard, sending a wave of confusion and unease through me. I gulp nervously, my mind racing with thoughts of how to navigate this delicate situation without betraying the trust of my friend.

I stood there, holding my breath, my fingers digging into the edge of my desk just to keep steady. I wanted to yell back, to throw something at him, to prove I wasn’t as confused as he thought I was but the truth? The truth was worse. I didn’t know what I wanted anymore. Nico. Dimitri. Alexander. It felt like all their shadows lived in my head rent-free, haunting me even when I begged for peace. “I” The words slipped out of me like broken glass, sharp and small. “I don’t know what I want either.” Mark’s head snapped toward me, his jaw tight, his expression unreadable.