Eulogy Of Dying River Novels & Stories

A memory that lived in the body not the mind. *Flash Back* “You have to take care of your sister Victoria,” her mom cried. Their house was on fire. “Mom you can make it, come out please” Lydia cried. Her dad was still inside. Victoria and Lydia cried as the house blew up, they watched their parents die in their eyes. January 2nd 2008 on the day of Lydia's parents ' burial. The two girls were standing in front of two coffins. Their eyes swallowed from crying. Lydia was still 7 years old and Victoria was 17 years old.

The driver and the cab fell into the river along with the shattered concrete. "Sir!" I threw myself to the edge and saw only a splash on the water before everything went silent. The icy river swallowed the bright yellow cab in an instant, leaving no chance to struggle. A life that had been alive moments ago sank forever to the bottom of the river because of an obsession with tens of thousands of dollars. I stood alone on the broken bridge. The truck had caught fire, black smoke billowing. The toxic fog was less than fifty yards away. Against my chest, the rosary gave its final two cracks.

Now the two were enjoying a late dinner at the dining table, talking about River. "Died for what?" she asked. "His mother died in an accident, while his father had a heart attack," Sean replied. Sean's face turned sad as he added, "After his mother died, River's father moved to a small house and lived alone. He often asked River to visit because he was lonely, but River couldn't because he was too busy after filling the void left by his father who didn't want to work anymore after his wife's death. And when he finally has time to visit his father, River finds him dead on the bathroom floor. His body had started to decompose, probably had died 5 days before."

The river had me, and it wasn't letting go. I hit something hard enough to see stars. My vision went white, then red, then black. Water filled my lungs. I was drowning. Actually drowning. This was how I died—not in Julian's dungeon or Malachi's rejection, but in a river that didn't care who I was or what I'd survived. *The pup,* Nyx whimpered, her voice fading. *Protect the pup...* I tried to curl around my stomach, to shield the tiny life inside me from the battering, but the current was too strong. It pulled me straight, slammed me against another rock, sent me tumbling through rapids that felt like being inside a washing machine made of knives.

My heart immediately dropped to the floor. The sight before me was nothing short of terrifying. An angry torrent of water churned angrily between jagged rocks, the current moving so fast it blurred. Sharp stones jutted from beneath the surface, and the air was thick with the scent of what was about to happen. The older people call it “The River of Souls.” It takes more than your body—it takes a piece of your soul, the elders would say and now I see why.

She gave me a tired look. “ That is why we are craving for a home. I use to think we're existing because we are here to live and die later. But I realized, living while dying is possible. No one seems to understand us the way we understand ourselves. It's crazy to think we can give comforts to others we wish we could give to ourselves.”

River led the way, his mind focused on the mission, blocking out everything else. It looked like Alexander was having some kind of house party. River's temple throbbed. A party. Ellie died during a party too. Now, it was Alexander's turn.

He asked the people around and laughed. RIVER IS STANDING inside the balcony of the hall while watching the dark sky full of stars, his eyes teared up he is listening to his brother and his step-father conversations. “A person like you should not be dying, you deserve to suffer for a long time paying for all the things you did.” He said. “It’s a shame that I became related to you even just for once, it’s disgusting that once called you dad. It’s a shame that you existed in my life in our life.” He said and tears fell from his eyes.

Seated on a mat by the river, we listened as a pandit chanted mantras from the sacred scriptures. As we stood by the riverbank, Aarya’s hands trembled slightly while she held the small urns. Taking a deep breath, she opened the lids, allowing their earthly remnants to be released into the river’s gentle current. Tears streamed down her face as the ashes mingled with the water, flowing downstream towards the horizon. Aarya closed her eyes and whispered a prayer, her voice carried away by the wind. And just like that, our loved ones became one with the river, forever intertwined with the ebb and flow of nature.

His authority and death tone that everyone shouldn’t rub against. “Here you go, Boss.” Quickly lending the keys, he immediately took it and walks towards the parking area. Away from his subordinates and for the entire night. He put the key into the ignition and started the motorbike. The engine roars and he immediately took the road. Fair enough, he took his mask and felt the air on his face and skin. Having that momentarily freedom from the burden of his two lives. He then stops the bike near the bridge where his only memory comes from. The necklace dangles from his neck and the memory of the promise is knocking inside his mind.