Novel & Cerita Don't Bury Him Yet

Feel the ground change beneath our paws. Running straight into a tree hard enough to die? It doesn’t make sense. I stare at the grieving elders, and I know it doesn’t make sense to them, just as it doesn’t make sense to me. “Run an autopsy before his burial,” I say firmly. “I feel there’s something else behind this.” The eldest elder inclines his head. “We are already doing that.” A pause follows. “But for the meantime,” he continues, “before his death is officially announced and made known… we must address another matter.”

He said, and it sounded a little poetic. “Water heals us in ways we can never expect.” I replied, taking a deep breath. “You're right.” He said, “The funeral takes place tomorrow. Gary wished to be buried superfast, as he believed he could only be reborn after being buried.” “Really?” “Yeah, so unfair. He didn't even give me time to say goodbye to him.” He added, and I wrapped my arms around his. “He doesn't want to give you too much time to brood and cry.” I corrected, and he smiled.

The pressure of it was so intense it felt as if his brain was caving alongside it. I peeled open the only eye that wasn't covered, the one that wasn't in agonizing pain. "Enzo," Matteo spoke, standing alongside Romero and Leonardo. "Did I fucking kill him? Is he dead?" I spat. The doc forced me back down, trying to calm the situation. "Your father passed, Lorenzo. You will be living with Alessandro when you aren't training in the army." He sighed. I couldn't help but grin, a snicker escaping past my lips.

someone whispered behind me. “She’s the Luna—” “Not yet,” another murmured. “Not like this.” I didn’t turn. Didn’t respond. Because they were missing the point. This wasn’t about expectation. This was about survival. And right now— She was barely holding on. The line of mourners thinned. Then ended. The grave was nearly filled now. Earth covering cloth. Covering form. Covering truth. I stepped forward then. Not because I had to. Because it felt wrong not to.

“But I—” “It’s okay. I’m going to go with him. I already had plans with his sister. So please… just… do me a huge favor. Help Donny. Please… give him a burial. I c-can’t stand the thought of him staying out here overnight.” My voice cracked and more tears ran down my cheeks. “Okay. I’ll take care of him. Don’t worry. I’ll come for you,” he promised.

He had felt a jolt of something in his chest and quickly covered the body with the sheet. *“Just bury her in the graveyard if her parents don’t reply.”* He winced at how callous those words seemed now. Maybe he should reserve a part of his monthly spending budget to get her a better headstone, but it didn’t seem right. The attendant he’d put in charge of burying her had picked well. What was he doing here again?

I was finally alone in this world. They wouldn't let me attend Mom's funeral. They wouldn't even let me visit her grave, so all I could do was kneel on the path we used to walk together, silently pleading for her forgiveness. I didn't dare to cry. I didn't deserve to. Because the hard truth was, I hadn't been able to save her. After the funeral, Carly came to visit me. She pulled me into a hug, her eyes glistening with tears, and whispered, "Thank you, Lina. Thank you for not ruining my life. The fire is over now, so never bring it up around Dad and Jacob again.

she snarled at the guard. "Well, he thought wrong! I'm still alive, and that's his worst punishment. I'll go on to live as wonderfully as I can, while Juliette will remain mere bones on this earth! "He'll never be able to forget her or get a good night's sleep. I'll be an eternal reminder that she died in my place!" To that, all that Simon said was… nothing. That night, I watched him standing at the bathroom doorway, motionless for what felt like hours. He stepped inside, lay in the empty bathtub, and curled up like a baby—or, rather, like someone already dead.

To dismantle the life of the man who took everything from you and never once looked back. There’s no room for soft hands and sweet words. No space for a man who looks at you like you’re a miracle, not a mess. “This wasn’t supposed to happen,” I whispered. He didn’t look surprised. Only sad. “You don’t have to give me an answer,” he said gently. “Not tonight. I just… I needed to say it. I needed you to know.” He paused, as if weighing every syllable. “I’m not here to pressure you, Livia. But I meant what I said. If you give me a chance, I won’t hurt you. I won’t make you regret it.”

“To proving it wasn’t an accident.” Silence wrapped around them. “You almost found them.” “Yes.” “And then?” “They buried it.” Her eyes sharpened. “With money?” “With power.” She turned fully toward him. “Then this time…” “We don’t give them time to bury anything.” The air between them shifted again. Charged. Intense. He lifted a hand slowly. Brushed his thumb lightly along her jaw. Not hesitant. Not testing. Certain. “You are not dying again,” he repeated quietly.