Don't Weep At My Tombstone Novels & Stories

Maybe that's all I needed to feel better. “It's really funny,” I said, shaking my head vigorously. ”It's funny that I am here talking to a grave. But the. It's the only thing that is making me feel sane. I don't know what to do with my life or how to move forward, but at least I can stand here and tell you everything, and for a second it feels like you are here, listening to all my troubles.” I smiled to myself and pulled out the white lily from my coat, placing it gently on the tombstone. ”You deserve your flower mothers; I miss you,” I whisper. ”Every damn day.”

My birth date and date of death. There was also a short tribute on the down part of my tombstone that says ‘Gone To Soon, But Not Forgotten’ I let myself sink to my knees, as I sweep away the dry brittle leaves with my fingers, cleaning the surface hurriedly, my eyes burning with tears but I refuse to cry out. Unlike other graveyards on our way here, with bouquets of flowers, letters and incense sticks. Mine had nothing. Just bare, empty and abandoned. Cain was so cruel!

He wanted to drive to the cemetery right now and dig until he knew for certain. Instead he stood there gripping the counter, breathing. His wife slept peacefully in the next room. The woman who had given him the first real peace he'd ever known. The same woman who might have emptied his brother's grave. Jose looked at his own reflection and felt something ugly shift in his chest. Part of him didn't care. Part of him just wanted to keep the life he'd built no matter what crawled out from under it. He deleted the messages. Then emptied the trash folder too.

I fell to my knees when I couldn’t take it any longer. "B-Babe, why does it have to be like this? I thought I was slowly accepting it. But I still haven't. I'm sorry. I wasn't there beside you during those times. I should have been there. B-But you know me, right? I-I'm not that brave to insist on seeing you even if your mom doesn't want me to," I gently ran my fingers over his name written on the tombstone.

As I wandered through the rows of gravestones, a sense of melancholy washed over me, the weight of past regrets bearing down on my shoulders. I came to a stop before a weathered tombstone, the name etched into the cold stone a stark reminder of the woman who had given me life – my mother. It was a bittersweet reunion, tinged with the sorrow of her untimely passing and the knowledge that she had been overlooked and disregarded by those who should have cherished her most.

Though he loved her, what he loved more was his own status. That was why, in my past life, he didn't dare to resist Lucian and me and ended up marrying me even though he didn't love me. … Finally, Valentine's Day arrived. This year's Valentine's Day party was hosted jointly by several packs. The location was a stretch of white sand beach. Many couples held their weddings there, for the white sand symbolized pure love. In my past life, Chris and I had our wedding here as well. But today, I was here to witness Kaia's confession.

Only one person was allowed to call me that name. “Please just listen to me. I’m sorry but you need to hear me out” she cried. “Britney, our relationship is over” I stated. Her eyes widened and her lips quivered. I didn’t wait for her to start crying before leaving. I paid Rosita and thanked her for the flowers. I quietly drove to my destination. Found a good spot to park. I got out, flowers in hand. Despite how similar the surroundings looked, I knew my way around. I stopped in front of the tombstone, I had my rag with me. I wiped the stone, discarding the remnants of old flowers. I dropped the new ones. I stood there, hands in pockets and enjoyed the silence. I didn’t say anything, she was

Me: Hey Vic, are you coming to the pool party that I don’t remember planning? Vic: FUCK YOU NEMESIS. I don’t ever want to hear from you again. Me: Wow. What happened, Vic? Vic: Are you serious right now? You don’t remember what you did at the party a couple of weeks ago? Are you really that stupid? Me: I have no idea what you’re talking about, Vic.

He doesn’t have the money so he couldn't make an excuse that he stopped to have something to eat. A deep sigh left his mouth. He turned his attention to his hand and something caught his attention. His eyes widened and the tears on the edge of the eyes welled up. His hand starts to tremble, his already weak body started to feel numb. The words on the tomb were the words he didn't saw for a long time. He never knew his fear will turn true right now. The tombstone reads, Here lies Venessa Brown A beloved mother A great wife And even better friend.

Not caring that I was wearing a F50,000 suit and I'd have to wait at the altar for a woman to walk towards me. I blinked and immediately tears began to fall and I let them. I weakly placed the flowers down and got to work. With my hands, I cleaned around their graves. "Why do they do this?" I said angrily to no one in particular. How could they let the graves get this dirty? Do they not know who lies here? Do they hold no respect?