Death Becomes Her I Want To Be Alone の小説・ストーリー

I am dead…. ****

We could hear her shriveling screams behind the fence as Dele shut his eyes. He was quiet, taking in what was written on her own gravestone— — i’m dancing. I’m happy. “Why does it seem selfish? I mean it’s right there, she’s happy. But i want her here” He said as i looked to him from the side. His jaw gave a chiseling move as be tried to hold in his tears. “Is that selfish?” She said. “No, it’s not. We all want her here” I whispered. “The funeral was as immediate as it could because you know she was muslim but i thought i was okay. Maybe still trying to live post covid. Still trying to heal and move on but everyday—”

Or more likely a disguised self-pity. @Death Wish

I put on the same gentle expression I'd always given her, but the words that left my mouth made her go cold. "Claire, don't be dramatic. Even if I died, you'd still have someone else, wouldn't you?" She stopped short, almost throwing herself at me. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed and forced her voice to sound calm. "What are you talking about? You're the only family I have." Her hands curled into fists at her sides, and something dark flickered in her eyes. I did not doubt that if we were alone, she'd try to hit me. I looked up at her and smiled. "If I'm gone, doesn't that make Nicole your last remaining relative?"

Her chest heaved up and down heavily and she was losing it. She couldn't bear to look him in the eyes anymore as her eyes shut on their own. Hamza dipped his face down and gave a gentle kiss on the hollow between her collarbone and the throat. "M..m...mujhe m..m...maar den...." (k...kill me.. me...) she was whispering in a low fading voice. She wants to die. This world was a cold place. She was tired. So tired. She wants to go back to her mom and ask her why she even birthed her in this wicked world. She didn't want to live.

“You want me to die—not just die, but die in despair and agony. That’s the only thing that will make you happy, isn’t it?!” “What the f*ck?!” Silence. A beat later, Deirdre finally spoke in a voice interrupted by her tears. “I’ll do it. I’ll take her place and die. As long as… As long as my mom gets to live as she did before. I’ll do exactly what you wanted and disappear from your life forever!”

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

I’ve always believed in fairy tales like Prince Charmings and Mr Rights until the strange, drop-dead gorgeous loner I loved all my life turned me down without a backward glance… Ten years ago Janelle’s POV I watch through the blinding tears pouring down my eyes, my heart slamming against my chest as my father’s coffin is lowered into the ground and slowly covered with sand. The faint scent of coming rain and the strong smell of freshly dug soil fill the air and make me nauseous. My elder sister and the only surviving family member squeeze my arm reassuringly.

He knelt to the ground while hugging those shoes, crying silently. Joe sighed and showed Evan another clip, which came from the dashcam on the day of my accident. Nikki had destroyed the clip after I died in the crash, but Joe managed to recover it. Nikki looked savage as she said maliciously, "You should die! Once you're dead, I'll become Evan's wife, the legitimate Mrs. Jones!" When Nikki noticed me trying to protect my belly, she realized something and got back into the car to crash it hard into me. "Die with that bastard in your belly!"

Alpha Matthew, who loved her so deeply, seemed to have a hard time accepting this reality. After he came to, the first thing he did was rush to the lake. Desperately, he grabbed at the pitiful warriors. "No. It can't be. Amber isn't dead! She's carrying my child. We are about to be parents. Why would she take her own life? "I don't believe it. I will not believe that she's dead until I see her body. You people are lying to me. I will find her and get her back!" A warrior explained hesitantly, "Alpha Matthew, based on our investigation, Luna Amber was diagnosed with perinatal depression. This explains why she would take her own life.