Dove Emoji Meaning Death 소설 & 이야기

Sobbing more heavily now, she replied, "Thank you, Ci. I'll text you the address. Can we meet today?" "Sure." "Okay, I'll be expecting you. I've got to go." I stood there for a moment, holding the phone in my hand. Then Dove's arms wrapped around me from behind, resting on my shoulders, her chin gently nestled above my ear. "Who was that?" she asked softly. "Why are you crying?" I turned to face her. "Risa." Dove's expression shifted dramatically, and I could see every trace of disgust etched on her face. "Her mother died," I explained. "Two nights ago. I want to go see her."

The whole sign read:Augustus didn’t say a word about the motto, and it was a good two months before anybody even noticed it, which showed how unobservant the citizens of Lonesome Dove really were. It galled Augustus severely that no one appreciated the fact that he had thought to write a Latin motto on a sign that all visitors could see as they rode in, though in fact those riding in took as little note of it as those already in, perhaps because getting to Lonesome Dove was such a hot, exhausting business. The few people who accomplished it were in no mood to stop and study erudite signs.

Dove looks like she is about to cry. “I just don’t want her forgotten,” Dove sobs. “How can we forget her?” Anderson asks. “We see her everytime we look in the mirror.” “But you won’t be Alphas. She deserves to be remembered in the pack,” Dove is full on sobbing. I look at Father who is trying to not lose his temper. Mother rushes to his side.

“The current is faster than it looks.” “Then maybe I’ll let it take me,” she replies, not a trace of fear in her voice. I narrow my eyes. “You joke too easily about death.” “I grew up with it.” There’s silence between us for a moment, both of us listening to the river. Then she asks, “What happened to Dove?” My chest tightens. “Why?” “She’s still in your eyes. When you look at me. Like a ghost.” I clench my jaw. “Her death is… a mystery. She was fine, then she wasn’t. No blood. No battle. No sign. Just gone. One day, she left the healer’s hut and never came back.”

Standing, I make my way to the office that is on board the plane and shut the door behind me, sitting down, I pick up the satellite phone and call my father. "Dimitri." Came the gruff response. "What's happening?" "We have her," I said, I heard the relief in my voice. "Is it her?" He asked, double-checking what I had said. "Yes, it's the White Dove, she is coming home," I said, a sigh of relief left my father’s lips. "How is she?" "Not good." I sigh. "What do you mean, not good?" He asked, and I noted the change in his voice.

“That I’m the devourer. That I’m death itself, dressed up like a girl.” I let the silence linger. She needs it. The storm fills the space with thunder, rattling the glass behind her. Finally, I lean closer, until my breath ghosts her ear. “Death is not always destruction, dove. Sometimes, death is release. Sometimes, it’s mercy.” Her body stiffens. I can feel her heart hammering, the pulse in her throat begging for teeth, for shadow, for something unholy. “You don’t believe that,” she whispers.

But of all the words, why should Harriet be curious about that one word? "Died or passed away means that someone will not be by our side anymore. They are gone forever from our lives." Noah replied. Harriet immediately shook her head vigorously, and she hugged Angel's arm. "Mommy, that's scary. I never want Mommy to leave. I don't want Mommy to die."

Hayley asked with a sigh. “Black doves right here,” I say pointing to my collar bone. “Sounds painful, and also why black doves?” Jason asked curiously. “Because doves are symbolism for purity and innocence, my innocence has been taken away from me,” I explained truthfully. “Damn, that's deep,” Jason says nodding in agreement. “Don’t encourage her,” Hayley says, smacking Jason’s shoulder. “Why not seem like she has it all planned out,” He says, giving me a small smile.

It felt so surreal that I was here with such a man. “I’m so what?”He probed. I sighed and changed the subject. “Why do you call me little Dove?” He stared at me,intently.”A dove was the first thing that came to my mind when I saw you in that art room that night.You had looked so pure and…and you had this calming vibe,this refreshing vibe.And when I laid with you that night,I felt so much peace that I couldn’t even understand.Perhaps,it’s because peace is one of the things a dove symbolizes.Anyway,you’ll always be my dove.Do you not like it that I call you that?”