Dead Time Stories Novels & Stories

She started planning for Elena's third death anniversary. Katie viewed the third death anniversary with great importance. It signified a closure point of the grieving process, and it was a significant occasion for the older generations. It was two weeks to Elena's third death anniversary. Ariel still had time to prepare.

To him, I was nothing. "Why?" I whispered. "Why do this to us?" "Because 'The Old Mess' is a great story, Kaima," she said, standing up. "And people pay a lot of money to feel like they’re part of a great story. But now, the story is over. It’s time for the analysis." They led me down a hallway that seemed to go on forever. It was filled with rows of tanks—thousands of them. Some were empty; others held wolves, children, and elders. All of them were sleeping, dreaming of worlds that didn't exist.

And the silence hurts worse than anything. End of story 3

It's closure. As the wind blew, the petals of the white roses swayed gently. I remembered the alley in the slums eight years ago, where he wore a clean suit and handed me a piece of bread. I remembered him smiling after taking the lashes and saying, "From now on, I'll protect you." Those images flashed like a movie reel, finally ending on him lying on the ground and using the last of his strength to call my name. "Addio, Vincenzo." I turned away, never looking back. "In your next life, don't love someone this way. And don't make anyone wait."