Even After Her Death Mga Nobela at Kwento

It was a gruesome sight that I will never forget. But what struck me the most was the look in her eyes before she died. There was no fear or sadness, but a glimmer of hope. Hope of finally being free from the shackles of our slavery life. It was as if death was a better alternative than continuing to live in the same cruel conditions. I began to think about my past, both the happy and sad moments. It was true what they say about how death makes you remember the most significant moments of your life. It's as if death is a reminder to cherish every moment of life.

She lived from the heart, lived with every fiberShe hadn’t always done it, though. After her favorite people had done it, Helen too had given up life, as if it were a low-paid job. Death is a funny thing. When someone dies, the sun rises the next morning, as if nothing has happened, and punctually it sets again at night. Even though someone is dead, the train platforms are just as busy as before. Someone has died, and the people simply go on with their daily lives. They meet up with loved ones in the evening, and continue to complain about the coffee that burns their lips, the boss who won't give them a break, the partner who almost suffocates them with love.

When someone dies, no matter how intense their emotions were in life, they all turn to calm. After Eulalia died, she became a wandering soul. She had thought about various possibilities of the afterlife while she was alive, like the god of death coming to take her soul, meeting Satan. At worst, she thought she would see other dead people like her parents, grandparents, and Vincent, who never forgot to carry her home before he died... But there was none of that. She was the only special existence in all things between heaven and earth. She could see the living, but they couldn't see her.

she expressed and chuckled sadly. “I can imagine. But what happened to her? She doesn’t look like someone fighting a disease or something,” I said, curiosity taking the highest form of me. “She wasn’t ill. She died in my dad’s arms after she…” Nevaeh declared and she fell asleep. My eyes popped out of their sockets. Died in Hudson’s arms? How? Did he kill her?

A few days have passed after that tragic day. Tania was dead and she never left the infinite cold and darkness of the crystal lake. You could say that she was free from this world just as she wished for, hidden in the deep, far away from everything she hated in this life.. Nobody said anything about her, you could say that in just a few days her memory was completely erased. Not even a ceremony. Tania received nothing from her own pack as she left this world.

It just so happened that a rare opportunity became available. Before she reincarnated, I told her, "I'll wait for you in heaven. I'll reincarnate into your daughter again once you grow up." I made a wish with the last of my good karma. "May we continue to meet each other as mother and daughter in our next life. I also hope that I won't ever give my heart to the wrong person again." … Later, I met Grandma in heaven. She had passed away in the garden pavilion. She told me she only came after making arrangements for everything. "Before I died, I buried your ashes somewhere he'd never be able to find."

The pain of their absence lingered, a bittersweet reminder of the memories we had shared. She had fought fiercely against 'The cancer', her bravery and her supernatural strength unleashed. Though it had ultimately taken her life, she had died with her honor intact. and Dad at her side, holding onto her hand. Niklaus had offered to turn her it would have saved her life but she refused.

And then she was gone. But the memory doesn’t fade. I was still there, stuck in her last moments, feeling everything she felt. Her death left a scar, not just on Lucian, but on me too. I could feel his pain, the way he mourned for her. It was overwhelming, how deeply he loved her, how her death tore him apart. It was a sadness that clung to me like a shadow, one that won’t let go.

Even if it's in the afterlife, I would still find her and will continue to love her because with her, everything will be safe. The End.

My voice was so calm that it even scared me. "Amelie died—that was her price. You have your own price to pay." Twinkle stayed silent for a long time, then lowered his head. Tears fell and hit the tile floor. "I understand. I'm sorry." With that, he turned and left, disappearing from my sight. I found a burial plot for Amelie and laid her to rest. She'd made a lot of mistakes. She lived brightly and boldly, never expecting to die so miserably. Later, I saw a news report.