Even After Her Death Novels & Stories

I could say that it's another kind of death, but she has probably been through every single type and been the cause of various instances of death of different people in her lifetime—death by fire, by crushing, by other things, and deaths that just happened because of her and a misjudgment of the situation. She has been through it all, and so she definitely understands. Is she depressed now? I question myself internally, looking straight up at her and seeing the determined glint in her eyes. She's right—if she's still alive, then it's not time for her to go yet. She has simply come to accept death and understand that it's the cause of things. People die, and she will die in the end, but until

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.

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.

she added before she vanished and can't feel her again. Tbc

And here she was, the one who had motivated her into doing the things she never thought she would be able to do was already dead, his lifeless body already destroyed by fire and his Spirit transcending into a world beyond visibility. She screamed as her father told her the words of the demise, she fell to the ground in agony as she cried an ocean of tears, her mind already broken down by the tragedy she still couldn't fathom. Then strength he displayed was incredible and uncontended with, but how would that had happened to a man she knew was possibly the most powerful of all. But then she came to realization, puzzling over his death would never bring him back to her and so she had to live on

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.

I could imagine how she must have felt through her life. “And what happened to her after completing all task” “She did complete all task but...” “But..” I trailed off too. “She didn't live up to her freedom. She died after two days of the ritual” If I say her words didn't shook me to the core I would be lying. I went dead silent for more than a minute in shock. “How did that happen? Didn't she complete all task. Was that not enough?” I bombarded all at once. “She did. But that was her last freedom in the world. It wasn't because of the ritual because it was her time to leave the world” I don't know whether I should be relieved or worried about the discovery.

But her final warning echoed in the sudden silence that followed her death. This wasn't over. Other covens would come.

The way she plays with it warns everybody away. Her lifeline is just death, piss her off and an early grave becomes inevitable. I could see why they call her After. She's exactly what one looks like when there's no more life to live. You just kept breathing, every human emotion- dead. I rode that path months ago. I am in the finishing stage, the one you get when you are just about done. And it is because of that reason Zero and I just can't be, I know he knows it now but we haven't spoken the words yet.

Lol, she's not dead. But just so you'd know, the story is not over yet. Xoxo