Even After Her Death Novels & Stories

Like that could fix anything. Now she is here. Alive. And judging me with every breath. Was it better if she didn’t remember everything? Or worse, if she did? The weeks after her death had been a blur of nightmares and whiskey. I dreamt of her empty eyes, her silent pleas. I had watched her die. Or thought I did. Turns out, even in that, I was wrong. She walked these halls now like a ghost with purpose. She saw through everyone. Through me and she didn’t flinch. Not once.

Because of my fragile health, my best friend, Eva, kept me on a tight leash growing up. She always told me, "Leah, you can't take risks." So for every date David and I planned, she had to test it out for me first. When the new roller coaster opened at the amusement park and she said it was too intense for my heart, David took her instead. After I booked a bed-and-breakfast by the ocean, Eva said the night breeze was too strong for me. So David spent the night there with her. I made reservations at a romantic couple's restaurant, only for her to say the menu might trigger an allergic reaction. That was why David took her to try it first. Every time they came back, Eva would look me in t

It definitely wasn’t love… for that, she was absolutely positive, but as the days went by she cared about him a little bit more. Kendra tried to search her body for the gunshot wounds, trying to figure out exactly where he had shot her at, but she couldn’t find anything. Maybe wounds did not exist in the afterlife? She sat, lost in thought for what seemed like ages. If this was the afterlife, she was positive that she was going to die a million deaths over and over again, for there was no way she could be in her own company only for the rest of eternity. She needed someone to talk to.

Not blue, not white — but a ghoul. Only her powers were taken away, for Kieran made it so, and her ethereal and goddess-like beauty will remain. But even though her outside appearance is that of a young woman. In reality, she’s now an old hag who is trying to cling to a thread of life, but is barely hanging there. “Oh life, what a fleeting feeling.” The breathing stops, the heart stops pumping blood and the eyes closed permanently. Some deaths are sudden, others have time to say their farewells to their loved ones.

Jackson had told him about her increasing popularity at college. “I have worked hard for all that Grandma. Remember? You told me that nothing is impossible. I just need to strive harder. So you see? I did it!” Her grandma nodded knitting her eyebrows, “I didn’t know that!” “Didn’t know what grandma?” she raised an eyebrow looking at her suspiciously, “You don’t seem ok to me, grandma. Do people get sick after they are dead?” “Yes. They do. Especially if they have been sick in this life.”

she said. “I once read a book on Freud’s psychoanalyses so I understand what you’re saying. You’re a figment of security for my death so that I feel comfortable leaving, but tell me. What happens when you die? And I don’t mean the specifics but the afterlife. Is there even an afterlife?” She smiled at me but never answered. “Do you have any regrets?” “I don’t think so.. no— unless you count dying before I even got to live then yes,” I answered.

Beneath the image was her birth date enclosed slowly followed by the date of her death . So , she was really dead huh . A huge rock that was pressing on her heart finally lifted , she always thought that she didn't want to go back like every other protagonist of the novel but only now , did she realised that she was a fool . Somewhere in her heart , she wanted to return . She hoped that maybe she was in coma or something and if she died here , she will return to her original place but that hope shattered too There was no going back now .

"That she would never trade anything for even a day after then" "Not a day? I asked and she nodded slowly. Not a day. She was weak and feeble, yet that came out firmly and it was easy for her to go on" I made my way through the door and into the snow. And looking at the snowed grounds, i felt like burying myself into it to hasten the numbness or to at least feel so close to death that i get to see her again. I read alot about the afterlife- "Dele" A soft voice called from behind and he peered over his shoulders to see her mother. Aal's mother as she wrapped around a coat and sat on the bench.

But She fell into depression, and in a few months, she died slowly. The last night when she was on her deathbed she requested to meet me. That was the first and last time I met her after that incident. And she died on my arm.

Epilogue ll *Donald* No matter how eventful that day went, it was finally over. Aurelia was dead finally, she was burnt and her remain had been emptied into the wind. She was dead and gone, gone for good, going from everyone's lives but will remain forever in our thoughts, we must admit.