Don't Weep At My Tombstone นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"And I love you too. So much!" I replied. Then the kids finished their stories, "I hope the two of you are happy wherever you are. Because the two of you deserve it. I miss you so much, I will continue to strive so I can make you proud when I see you again." I said, a few tears escaping from my eyes. Then I felt a breeze hitting me, making me cry even harder. Hecate immediately wiped my tears, then I dropped a sweet kiss on my parents' tombstone. ~End~

No matter how much I tried to ask my tears to come out, they wouldn't. My eyes were already tired from crying a lot. "It is done. I hope Alpha John is happy where he is now," he mumbled. I blinked a couple of times. Indeed. They were already finished. Sweat trickled down Tate's forehead as he did the final touches. Alpha John's name was already engraved on his tombstone. A lump formed in my throat. This man…why did my heart not fall on him? "T-thank you, Tate." "It's the only thing I can do, doll. The people are already leaving. You should also do the same."

Now that I was dead, they were going to take even less notice of me. I felt discouraged, so I turned and looked at the wedding dress that Zoe was wearing. "I put in so much effort to get that wedding dress custom-made, but in the end, you're the one wearing it. Don't you think it's bad luck to wear the clothes of a dead person?" I would rather tear the wedding dress to pieces than let her wear it! I tried huffily to tear the wedding dress up. My hand went right through it, and I realized once again that I was dead.

If I were too lazy to go, he'd brave the wind and snow just to bring it back. When I was sick, he panicked more than I did, wishing he could take my pain instead. During my worst menstrual cramps, he warmed my stomach with his hands, massaging it gently. Little things like that made me trust him. But once he cheated, all of it—every tender moment, every sweet gesture—became meaningless. Even the love he once showed me now felt like a cruel joke. "Yelena Stone, you chose the wrong person." I thought. A voice then pulled me back from my thoughts. It was my turn.

Ramey. As the candle slowly melted onto the three tombstones, a gentle breeze brushed against my cheeks and skin, as if embracing me and reassuring me of the presence of those buried there. Despite this, I still felt sadness, wishing for an easy way to progress and move forward without the pain of past mistakes. I often longed for a reset button in life to undo all the wrongs I had committed. Sadly, life doesn’t work that way. It can be cruel, inflicting excruciating pain that leaves you breathless and wishing for death instead of enduring the unhealable wound.

It looks like the tomb is still new because there is no grass around the tomb and obviously the soil was just recently dug. I looked around us but no one was around. It was just him and I. I ran my hand through my hair, getting frustrated from everything he was saying while sobbing like a baby. Tss. He was just saying sorry. But what else can sorry do? The human he is apologizing to is already dead. It's worthless to say his regrets to the dead— it'll just get buried. I winced at how loud he was sobbing right now. I shook my head after a few seconds of looking at the pathetic man before I looked back at Mama's grave. I did have a lot of regrets and words unsaid to my mother— but a dead perso

Adrian and Mya walked over, placed the flowers before the tombstone, and took a step back. Mya tousled her hair and looked at the tombstones all over the mountains and lamented, "They all sacrificed themselves when they're in their prime. Everything we enjoy today is what they gave us with their lives." Adrian replied, "Yes, you're right. The dead can't be resurrected, but someone has to shoulder their burden and move on. All we can hope for is for their sacrifices to not be in vain."

I turned around again, breathing hard, walking toward Eve, and kneeling when I finally reached her, but instead of holding her warm hands, my palm felt the cold marble as I traced the inscription on the tombstone. As if she had left me a message, I wept as my heart read the inscription. “I hate to leave you behind, but we’ll meet again one day.” When I felt Sky beside me, I broke down, sobbing as I buried my face in his chest. Later, I felt little arms hugging me, crying with me.

If tears could build a stairway, And memories a lane, I'd walk right up to Heaven And bring you home again. - Sarah Lugo, If Tears I put the bucket of flowers on the ground by the tombstone. "Mom, Dad, Nate, I'm sorry that I haven't visited you these last two years. I promise I will visit you every year and tell you boring stories about how's life been treating me. I promise I'll keep you updated so one day when we meet again, there's nothing you miss and it feels like you've never left."

I didn't want anyone's company except Aretha's. As I walked my way to the back where she lay, I saw a couple to my right. They spoke quietly as they knelt with their heads bowed low in front of a tombstone. I knew it wasn't any of my business, but I looked anyway. Anything to keep the despair at bay that was making it's way to my throat and clogging it. My mouth fell open when I saw the year on the tombstone - I closed my eyes in pain for them. The person in the grave must have been their child. I shook my head to try to clear it of my sad thoughts and kept moving forward.