Drowning Sorrows Novels & Stories

"It's pretty clear what I'm planning. I'm getting as far away from you as possible!" "No!" Charles's voice cracked with desperation, his shout almost a howl. "You can't treat me like this!" However, my words were harsh and cutting. "Why can't I? "Do you have any idea how much I loathe you? "Every time you touched me, every sweet nothing you whispered, it just made me want to hurl. "Words are too feeble. They can't even begin to capture a fraction of what I feel. "I wish you'd just died in that downpour that night and that I'd never laid eyes on you."

Because what comes next is a greater storm than sunshine. I'm drowning, and even though I know how to swim, I'm drowning. The sadness dragging me down, down and down into the inky, cold depths of the ocean floor, choking me. I'm drowning, the last rays of the sun reaching me from above as I fall, unable to do something. I'm drowning. Or rather… Sebastian drowned me. I witness the first rays of the sun as it goes through the window of the bedroom. Mornings used to be energetic. Funny how everything can change in just a few minutes.

When the fire consumed him entirely, it felt like a physical arrow piercing straight through my chest. The sheer, devastating force of my grief slammed me hard against the opposite wall. I fell to my knees in the ashes. I could not stop it. I could not turn back time or undo my pathetic failure. I had let him die, let the Ifrit wreak havoc completely unchecked. Sorrow washed over me in relentless, crushing waves, each one heavier than the last. The weight of my failure threatened to drown me far more than any frozen lake ever could. The water dragon’s presence intensified the fluid, unpredictable nature of the illusion, evoking massive waves of dread that surged through my mind.

Here, in the liquid dark, it was an executioner. She saw them. Above her, faces blurred by the dark water, their eyes wide with the same terrible knowledge. Kazimir, his usually granite Russian features contorted into a mask of silent terror. Jun, his arms flailing, a silent scream bubbling from his lips as he struggled against the unseen current dragging him down into the depths. They were drowning, not in the sea, but in something unclear, something that felt wrong—a thick, dark, syrupy substance that clung to her suit like tar.

The fisherman ran down the hill, trying to get closer so he could dive in. But before he reached the shore… Horris sank. The last thing we saw was bubbles rising from the spot where he had been. Then nothing. Horris had drowned before our eyes. Horris died without his body ever being found. He was simply… gone. The water took him and never returned him to us. After his funeral, everyone kept saying life would slowly return to normal, but it never did. Nothing was ever normal again without Horris.

Her skin was marred with needle scars. The caption read: [Blood may be thicker than water, but it’s not stronger than some people’s ruthlessness. I don’t want to be an older sister again in my next life.] Tears fell from my eyes. They streamed down my face and mixed with my snot. ‘I’m sorry, Rachelle. Let me be the older sister in our next lives,’ I thought. By the third day in the underground room, I had lost track of whether it was day or night.

And suddenly I feel it Not hunger. Not rage. Sorrow Infinite sorrow. The Hollow trembles violently. And for the first time in eternity The Devourer begins to cry too

he was trapped in a memory, and for the first time since we had met again, I was the only one who could pull him out. I leaned in close to him, my voice a whisper that only he could hear. "I've got you," I murmured. "Just breathe." Callum glanced at me, his blue eyes wide and haunted. For a split second, the mask was gone completely, and I saw the terrified fifteen year old boy who had frozen in the water while I sank. I realized then that we were more alike than I had ever wanted to admit. We were both survivors of the same monster, bound together by a trauma that no amount of hate or sex could ever fully erase.

Yes, I even remember joking to him about saving him from getting drowned when he was being reluctant about getting into the water. His voice shakes me out of my thoughts as I look at him. "It's because of another particular nightmare that I get... In that I see myself drowning in a sea. The sea which is sickeningly black, Cole." His breathing falters in apprehension as he narrates. "I couldn't move or do anything in it. I feel getting choked while being engulfed by the dark water. I find myself drowning in the darkness of my life, Cole." He admits truthfully and I just stare at him.