Novel & Cerita Eulogy Of Dying River

I continued struggling to get an edge and free myself, but I was gradually losing consciousness while sinking to the depths of the river. In a split second, my whole life flashed right in my face. I never imagined I would be dying out here in a small river, in this tiny town, and most importantly, without actualizing my dream of marrying a billionaire. The thought of dying a pauper broke my heart into pieces as I gradually sank to the bottom. I know the river glitters like gold, but it's not lose to the real thing. I prayed earnestly in my heart to the god of riches to give me one more chance to make my dream come true.

It was a place my father died. I was back for HIM. "This is the only river in Midnight groove, it has never run dry even in any season, whether dry or raining it flows," She said. I wondered why she was telling me about the river but she was right! It was the same that year, I had played throwing stones in the river with the other young wolves. It was just exactly the way it was, nothing changed, that infuriated me. I turned to the priestess, she was staring at the river blankly. "Did you grow up here?" She faced me. "In the Midnight groove?" I asked.

Reva calls and is quiet for a long moment on the phone and then says, "Your mother always believed in rivers. She said once that Volana wolves are like water, they find every crack, they get through. She would have loved this name." I hold the phone against my face after the call ends. Outside, the June evening is still doing the long gold thing. Inside, Lyra is singing her grandmother's song, the one she found in my field, the one no one taught her, and somewhere inside me River is reaching outward toward whatever the world is going to offer. Going everywhere. The way water always does.

"Take everything. Just let me through. Let me find her. Let me finish what she started." The river answered. It did not speak in words. It spoke in pressure, in current, in the ancient muscle of water that had carved canyons and drowned cities and carried the dead to their rest since before language was invented. It spoke by closing around her and pulling her down, and she did not resist.

Rosa mumbles, doing a dramatic Hail Mary, as if this family is a full-time prayer request. River cleans her mouth with her arm, burps delicately into her sleeve, then rubs her stomach like a satisfied cat. I guess her hole’s filled up at last. Well, for a moment or two at least. “That Cindy bitch deserves to rot. She killed Kiara. Almost killed Sky,” River sneers, her voice breaking. A silence falls over the kitchen. The name hangs like incense — sweet, sad, heavy. Kiara. The light in all our lives. Gone.

I had held on, and the river had tried to kill me for it, and now I was here — wherever here was — and she was. She was alive. I knew that the way I knew my own name. Not because I could see her or hear her or feel her. Because I would not have let go. Not for anything. Not for the river, not for the cold, not for the pain. I would have held onto her until my fingers dissolved and my arms gave out and my heart stopped, and then I would have held on some more. Why wouldn't you let me love you? I had said that. On the riverbank. My last conscious words, spoken to a woman who couldn't answer, spoken with whatever fragile thread of voice I had left after the water had taken everything else.

River’s POV I stood at the center of the gallery. Watched them pass by. And whispered to myself: “You buried her. But you didn’t kill her. We’re still here.” Melinda’s POV That night, River came to me. Eyes tired. Hands ink-stained from sketching. “I want to reopen her file,” they said. “What do you mean?” “Rachel’s cause of death,” they said quietly. “They said it was complications from labor. But if she was stressed, if she was pushed out, if she was denied medical support…”

“Eleanor.” His voice cut through the roar in my head, but I didn’t stop. I stepped into nothing. For an instant, I hung in midair, the world holding its breath. Then the river swallowed me whole. The cold was a brutal shock. It punched the breath from my lungs, turning my scream into a burst of bubbles. The current seized me, dragging me down. My skirts tangled around my legs, heavy and suffocating. Some dim part of me realized I was going to die here alone, unloved, forgotten.

"Just keep your eyes closed. Think about the ice cream. Think about the blue tongue." "I'm thinking about it," she murmurs. "It's really cold, Riri." "I know. It'll get warmer soon. I promise." The water reaches my waist. My chest. The current tugs at me, insistent, hungry. The river bottom is slippery with silt, and I can feel it starting to drop away beneath my feet. A few more steps. Just a few more steps. I think about my mother. Would she understand? Would she forgive me? She died because of this world, because of what it does to Omegas. Maybe she is waiting for us somewhere. Maybe she will hold Emery's hand and tell her I did the best I could.

I knew, better than anyone else on the planet, exactly what this would do to him if I let him keep loving me and then made him watch me go the same way his mother went. I wasn't going to do that to him. "I don't want anyone knowing," I said, cutting off my mother mid-spiral. "Not Gray. Not Dana. Nobody." "Josie, you can't hide something like this from the people who love you." "Watch me." I grabbed my bag, needing out of that room more than I needed anything else in the world right then. "If Gray finds out I'm dying the same way his mom died, that's not going to make either of us stronger. It's going to wreck him. I won't be the reason that happens."