Graves Hume Public Library の小説・ストーリー

With my own hands, I carved Lucia’s and my name on wooden stakes. “Here rests Lucia and Talia Wilkin.” As of now, Lucia and I were no longer tied to the Luther Pack. There was no place for the Hems brothers in our grave. By the time I was done, my health had declined rapidly. I crawled into the excavated pit with great effort and cradled my sister’s urn in a fetal position. With the moist soil offering me some solace, I closed my eyes.

As I stared blankly at the gravestone, the elderly cemetery caretaker approached and struck up a conversation with me. "Sir, do you know Old Mr. and Mrs. Sullivan? I don't think I've ever seen you here before." It was such a simple question, yet it made my heart throb in pain all the same. After all, who am I when the place that should have belonged to Jessica's husband had already been engraved with Christian's name? Although I was standing under the sunlight, I felt like some lowly rat that ought to hide in the shadows. How could I stand before these gravestones when I didn't have a respectable identity that I could claim aloud?

In Harford City, the sky was overcast—a dull, heavy gray that mirrored the solemnity of the day. The air carried the scent of incense and fresh flowers, clinging to everything like a memory refusing to fade. The Moore family stood before the twin graves of Benjamin and Vivianne Moore. The marble headstones were tall, pristine, unyielding. Their names carved into stone remained untouched by time, yet they had shaped every second of Grayson’s life.

Alfred had gone and bought advertising space on the big screens in malls across the globe. He did all that just to celebrate the birthday of his 'late' daughter. The twisted part was that the Hawkins family had chosen the same day of all days to 'bury' me. There was Alfred, caught on camera, weeping uncontrollably over my coffin. Word on the street was that ever since Ruby and I were gone, he had not even had a drop to drink. The only thing keeping him alive was the nutritional shots John gave him, whether he liked it or not.

LYRA (VEMOD): We leave the pack house without looking back. From Lyra’s memory, it seems the tomb is beneath a library, owned by a man called Griffin… Mr. Griffin as she likes to call him. Silas drives to the library, the car reaches a stop at the front of the old locked library. It's funny the way it's just kept, many don't even know what lies under. We walk out of the car and towards the door. Stopping at the door, Silas smashes the glass and jumps in through the window.

Mile’s POV We stepped out of the library and stood across the street to wait for a cab. Graham wouldn’t stop staring at the book in my possession so I handed it over to him without uttering a word. As soon as he got it, Grayham began to open the book and then fiddle with the pages. A few moments later, there was an unsatisfactory look on his face. Then he finally turned to me. “All I can see here are lists of infectious diseases and plaques that affected the city years ago.” He looked at me. “I’m not even sure if this book will help.” He sighed.

Harvey decided to visit Quill’s grave. The usually empty grave was suddenly getting more visitors. Many members of the Gibson family kneeled in front of the grave as an act of kindness. Lance and Clover were there as well; they greeted Harvey respectfully. Everything that happened in Heaven’s Hotel was wide-known at this point.

asked Etienne looking at him eagerly to hear his answer. “Of course, it’ll feel like home, you spent quite some time here with your family, and yeah, it's really cool here, they have a lot of franchises here local and international. Once we settle in we can go get lunch at Woolies Café, they have the best carrot cake, I’m sure you’ll love it.” "You are really trying to make me hungry…and it's working, but first we have to visit the hospital and make sure granny’s okay, it was a long journey, why couldn’t they fly here as well?”

"Because you were about to lock it in. Marry her. Make it permanent. I waited. I gave you time to see it yourself. You used every second to build your clean little life on top of his body and I just kept watching you do it." "If he's really gone," Jose started, "then why dig all this up now, why make me—" "He's not gone." Rainer's voice cracked on the last word like something breaking under too much weight. He looked away. Looked back. "I dug the grave last week. It's empty, Jose. He's been hiding. He's scared. And he hates us both for letting it get that far. For letting her get that close to finishing it."