Confusion Will Be My Epitaph Novels & Stories

I twirl the copper-colored strands of hair between my fingers. I try to pull away from his body. I need some space to think about what's bothering me. Being fine at fifty doesn't make my mind work any better, I'm still apprehensive. I get out of bed cautiously and walk to the bathroom. I stare at my reflection in the mirror, which shows big dark circles on my face. -”damn” I whisper my epitaph. -"I woke up and you weren't in bed, I've died a thousand deaths by now" Ethan mutters behind me, startling me. He's leaning against the doorframe, gloriously dressed in his suit, the same one from dinner.

"That's a very mature observation for an eight-year-old." "I'm not a normal eight-year-old." "No. You're not. You're extraordinary." "I don't feel extraordinary. I feel confused." "That's okay. Confusion is part of figuring things out." "What if I never figure it out?" "Then you live with the confusion. And eventually, it becomes part of who you are." I think about that. "Grandpa?" "Yes?" "Do you hate Alessia?" "No. I don't hate her. I was just wrong about her. Very wrong."

Snow hissed against the glass. Wren’s voice, when it came, was barely above the storm. “Do you ever wonder what would have happened if we’d been braver at twenty-two?” Neither man answered right away. Callum stared at the flames. Eli turned his head just enough to look up at her. In the firelight her eyes were darker than he remembered. Callum was the one who finally spoke, voice low and rough. “Every day.” Something in the air shifted—small, irreversible. Wren’s gaze moved from her husband to Eli and back again. The gold band on her finger glinted once.

I guess she'll be talking my ear off for a long time but I don't mind. The vision was still bothering me but I was confused. All I saw was death and it didn't even specify whose death. It was all dark around and blood around. The question that confused me was "Who died?"

That was so unexpected from especially when I was about to confess my feelings to him and all that goes to flush. I couldn’t say a single word to him because I was choking from inside. Finally I didn’t appear as a fool in front of him. It all happened before my confession. I had kept myself calm and composed in front of him. That was big challenge for me. I mean he didn’t tell me anything about this plan of his. He told me to go apply for oxford. He clearly doesn’t want me in his life. I was crumbling inside.

“Jade? Mason? You guys home?” Lily’s laughter bounced off the walls, a sound that had always meant comfort and home, but now it was the sound of my own personal apocalypse. My blood ran cold, a glacial sludge in my veins. This was it. The nightmare. We were caught. We were ruined. I was ruined.

Warning: This story centers on a priest. If you’re uncomfortable with this subject, please skip it. “In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen. Please confess your sins” The man’s voice came from the other side of the confessional, low, deep, laced with a thick Italian accent. The kind of voice that instantly makes you picture a tall, dangerous mafia man. The kind that could make any woman feel something sinful stir deep inside her.

- I'm not teaching you mural if I talk about all of us. I, for example, have made so many mistakes in my life. My actions cost the lives and friendships of so many I loved. I ended my life alone. Not even my pups were of any comfort to me, as their presence reminded me of the reason for their existence. - You're already senile, old man. You speak in a way that is not understood. I'll give you a discount for that.

I said, my voice dropping low, "I know you're afraid of death. You'd rather live like a dog than die with dignity." I kicked him to the ground and looked down at him. "Live with your one-million debt and the crushing weight of despair. Spend the rest of your life crawling like the ant you are." When I stepped out of the dimly lit club, a sense of clarity washed over me. Ahead of me was a bright future. Behind me lay the shadow of a man who had chosen to rot in the dark. I took out my compact mirror and gazed at my reflection, perfectly satisfied. Today's makeup was flawless.

My curiosity has never gotten me into trouble and I cracked it has actually got me the answers that I needed and even though I might almost get killed in the process. " I told you that on the night that I let you live, I was going to take my own life but there was something about you that changed the way that I wanted to do things it's a moment of light or it's a moment of an epiphany if you may indulge me. I was very sad man and I realized that I didn't want to live the life that I wanted to live I wanted to live a different life even though I had everything, there was still something missing."