Even After Her Death Novels & Stories

She called us both her sins but she left me after promising to be there for me all through. I was not there when she took her last breath,I was off partying even when she had called me a day before to come home but I hung up on her not wanting to be bothered. Her cold stiff body was what I saw on getting home, u had cried my eyes out but then that was the end … that was the inky thing I could so … she was dead already my tears were just as useless as anything else. Sniffing hard I try to get myself together… I walk further into the room, touching everything carefully…. Everything changes after she dies.

(Catherine’s POV) Weeks passed by so fast. After sending Winter to her final place, life continued as usual. It’s like how the sun sets and shines again. However, no matter how it repeats its rotation, it will never be the same again. Yesterday was different from today. While tomorrow is different from today. This is how our life continued after her death.

But who would have thought there would be so many complications behind this? Especially now that she was dead. Facing Cedric's sharp and icy eyes, Rebecca tried to steady her mind and maintain a calm tone. "Ced, she's already dead. Do you want her to haunt you for the rest of your life?" Enough! It was really enough. After so many years, couldn't he let go even after her death?! Do they still have to eat and sleep together even after death? What the hell was this? If this got out, what would people think?

Though her physical presence was no longer with us, her essence lingered in every corner of our lives, in every smile on their faces, and in the love that connected us all. Today, on Athara's third death anniversary, my heart ached, but it also rejoiced in the life we had built. And as we prepared for another day, I knew that her spirit would continue to guide us, for she would forever be our guiding star in the vast night sky of our hearts.

"And you?" "I think it's the same for me as it was before I died." She gave a shrug, as though the trauma of death and a supernatural revival into a new life was no big deal. But he felt the tension inside of her and neither one of them had ever addressed this so frankly.

Her golden tail illuminated the pool. "I love you too" he said and she smiled. "Anita loves me too but she's gone, my ghost friend" she said. "To the after life?" He asked. "Yes, after getting Justice on Mr. Do and his daughter" she replied and his eyes widened. "Oh! That girl who was burnt with a car!" "Yes, she left for the afterlife earlier, the grim reaper came for her" she replied sadly. "Don't be sad, if you need company, I can always come here" he said and she smiled.

He was already dead! She then remembered that she was dead, so she thought that he came to welcome her in the afterlife, she was already smiling in her head, the afterlife would not be boring, she could be with the love of her life at least, she was wondering where she could find her mother, or maybe she would have to look for her.

Thoughts of what could have been gnawed at his soul, and he vowed to cherish those he cared for in the future. As her casket was lowered into the ground, a sorrowful silence settled over the mourners. Sheila's untimely death served as a stark reminder of the fragility of life and the importance of appreciating those who brighten our existence. The poignant farewell marked the end of a life filled with untapped potential and left an indelible mark on all who knew her.

My fingers were covered in frostbite because of it. "Trying to please me, huh? Fine, you succeeded. If you donate bone marrow to Caleb now, you'll be my best daughter for the rest of your life," Mom said. Before my death, I would have dreamed of hearing those words. But now, it didn't matter anymore. After all, she couldn't find me. I was already dead. … April 9th, 2025. Cloudy. The 99th day after my death. In the past few days, I had seen them search every corner of the town. Every blade of grass in the park, every alleyway, and every trash can had been searched.

The last image before I could remember was Winston signing the agreement to donate his remains. Then he was lying in our home, calmly making his last phone call. "Hello, I'm dying. You can come now." With that, he cut his wrist. "Aryanna, I'm coming for you." But I turned around and went away, not looking at him. Another tiny grave had been added to the high green hill, and that little grave sat at the foot of the hill. We would never meet again.