Don't Bury Him Yet Novels & Stories

Hillary’s POV “You don’t have to do this, Hilly. Nobody knows about your marriage with Him, you could get locked up for showing up uninvited and disrupting the burial ceremony. You have to move on with your life and forget about him, he is gone Hills, there is nothing you can do to bring him back.” Miguel pleaded softly, trying to dissuade me from going for Nathans Burial.

Mira asked. "I don't know where he is, but I'm sure that he will be home any minute from now. Help me cheer him up, please?" Kitty pleaded. "Sure. It seems we are going to arrange for more than one burial." Mira sighed "Is it possible for us to hold the burial same day?" "I doubt that is possible, Carlos and Jason were enemies, he doesn't even care about his death. He wouldn't fix his burial same day with his sister, he will never allow that." Kitty dissuades Mira.

I pull her to me once again. “No one needs to go to jail,” Jace says as he hovers over my father’s body, “He’s still breathing. We should staunch the blood flow and call for the ambulance.” I glance down at my wife, “What do you want to do, baby? We can call for help, or I can take care of the body.” She sighs, and God love her even more for the way her next words come out, “Well, we can’t really bury him if he’s still breathing, now, can we? I guess I don’t have a killer shot after all.”

"They are going to take him away now." Zynah immediately snapped out of her trance, as the biggest reality hit her. He was going to be buried and she was never ever going to see him again. Desperation etched her face as she pleaded; "Please wait for a little longer. His father doesn't even know about this yet."

he whispered, “that you’d return just to kill me. I never imagined you’d come with mercy instead.” “Neither did I.” For a long while, we said nothing. The wind rattled the window. The world outside was gray and still. When he finally spoke again, his voice was almost gone. “Tell them I died trying to make it right.” I stepped closer and placed my hand over his. “You died trying to remember how.” His lips curved in a faint, tired smile. And then..nothing. Just silence. We buried him beneath the pines, without banners, without a nameplate.

"But you just marked the man who's going to bury you." A distant siren wailed in the streets below.

She wiped it away mechanically, her words growing faint. "The doctors say it's karma - stage four lung cancer. Three months left." She placed the pendant carefully in my mailbox, then clasped her hands in a wordless plea, looking up at me with desperate hope. "Can I ask you one thing... just one? After I die... could you bury me near you? That's all I want." The scars she'd carved into my soul refused to heal. I couldn't offer the comfort she sought. Understanding flashed in her reddened eyes, now swimming with tears of remorse. She said nothing more.

he breathed. “Yes, and...” I examined the half-eaten cake and poked it with the plastic fork. Putting myself in Cairen’s shoes and remembering the sadness in her eyes. “Burying it is the last thing that takes away the pain of the truth. And now, I am buried along with it, and I am fine.” “Bury? I hope it is easy to get buried with,” he laughed softly at the impossible thing. Yes, it looks impossible, but anyone who has enough may be hard at first but easy as time passes.

“It just means he has been lucky long enough to start believing he deserves it. This time, I don’t want another version of him escaping into another day, another mistake, another life that pretends nothing is catching up to him.” His tone darkened slightly. “I want the cycle to end where it started repeating itself.” He took a slow step forward, the sound of it barely noticeable, but it changed the air in the room. “I don’t want him chased anymore. I don’t want reports that he slipped away or survived something else that should have ended him.” A faint pause. “I want a proper ending.” He stopped again, and when he spoke next, it carried a colder stillness. “A burial.” The word stayed in the

“—understand that I will not need a cave to bury you.” Silence. Sick, terrified silence.