Grieving Soul Retire Novels & Stories

Molly "Goodbye, Archie I'll always love you." I place a single red rose onto the dark brown casket, step back, and watch as the casket is lowered into the vault where my husband's remains will be burned until there's nothing left but ash and dust. His soul left his body long ago even before he lost his fight with life before he lost his beautiful laugh and smile. Before he lost his cheeky personality and the ability to even dress or talk to anyone including me.

I admit. “Should have at least done it properly, that’s what you should be apologetic for” He muttered angrily. I knew he didn’t mean it. He never means it. His mouth is foul but his soul is different. Torin was the kind of guy that refused to take anything seriously. Failed? Let’s laugh about it. Lost your dog? Let’s laugh about it. You want to kill yourself? Let’s –

She poured one out for him and drank one herself. The drink did not burn as Sarah was too saddened. Sarah looked at Nigel's picture. The more she looked at it, the more pain she felt. "I heard that a person's soul would still be lingering in the land of the living the first week after the person passed away, and the person would not have moved on just yet. Nigel, are you here? Are you still by my side? I'm sorry…" Sarah regretted it very much. "I should not have those words to piss you off when you got a divorce back then. I just…I just didn't want to let Dorothy do well. I'm wrong. I'm regretting it so much…"

She was his fiance for almost a decade does the relationship seem no value to him? As she lay in bed, the memories flooded back - the fear, the pain, the violation. She felt like she was drowning in a sea of despair, unable to claw her way back to the surface. And the worst part was the lack of remorse in his eyes, the callous indifference to her suffering. It was as if he had no soul, no humanity left within him.

they said, though their voice quivered. “Ready?” one of the Council members hissed. Their eyes glowed faint red through the shadows of their hood. “Do you even understand what you lost?” Avery’s stomach churned. “I… I tried. I hesitated, yes—but he begged me. I—” “You hesitated,” the chorus repeated, rising in a wash of overlapping tones. “And now he is gone. Do you know what the consequences of lost souls are?” “I—no—but I—”

Ellison spent his days lost in drink, stumbling through life until he drank so much he ended up in the hospital. The doctors saved him, but they had to take out part of his stomach and told him he could not drink anymore. Even so, he was so thin and tired all the time, it looked like his life was pretty much over. My parents, they went grey overnight after I was gone, like they aged years in a moment. They would spend the rest of their days filled with sorrow and regret. A month after I died, Death finally came for me. He said I had not done anything bad and could go to heaven, but I would forget everything if I left.

His expression darkened instantly. He lifted Ellie's hand to his lips and kissed it gently. "She was always calculating, always chasing profit. She could never compare to you. "If only I'd met you first..." While they whispered to each other, my memory flickered again. "Lara Quinn, you're being dismissed." That day should have been my 25th birthday. The screen lit up. I stood with my head bowed as someone slapped me hard across the face. "You'd better get your act together!" The department's loudspeaker began broadcasting my termination notice on a loop.

He had a habit of doing that. Most people interrupted when someone spoke. Grey never did. He simply watched. Observed. Listened with an intensity that made me feel like every word I uttered was being carefully stored somewhere inside that complicated mind of his. His dark eyes stayed on me. “It doesn’t sound ridiculous.” “No?” “No.” I looked at him curiously. “You’re grieving.” His answer was so direct that I blinked. “When people grieve,” he continued calmly, “they find different ways to empty themselves. Some drink. Some gamble. Some bury themselves in work until they forget they exist. Some become angry enough to burn the world around them.”

“Are you really going to quit?” I sighed. This was a discussion I really didn't want to have at the moment, but here we were having it already. “Myles…” She closed the distance between us like she wanted to hug me, but then stopped abruptly. I responded, reaching out and pulling her close to my body with arms wrapped around her waist. “I mean what I said to you and what you heard me discussing with Knox. I want to retire.” “Really? But.. but… I heard him say it wasn't proper and I heard a bunch about consequences too.”

I lie in the dark and listen to Zane's steady breathing and feel the mate bond, that low hum that has become as much a part of my baseline as my own heartbeat, and I think. I think about the girl I was at ten, standing at the edge of the dark. I think about the girl I was at twenty, walking into Highcrest College with a false name and a mission and the cold, settled determination of someone who has narrowed their entire life to a single point. I think about what Elder Petra said: grief doesn't resolve when its object does. It simply stops having an external target.