Hillbilly Elegy นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“You deserved better than this.” We lit the pyres at dusk. The pack gathered in silence, watching flame consume the fallen. There was no music. No chanting. Just the soft crackle of fire and the quiet sound of grief. Then I raised my head. And howled. Long and low and full of everything I couldn’t say. One by one, they joined me. Silas. Mara. The warriors. Even the young. It was not a cry of victory. It was a promise. We would not forget.

Out of all the things he could have chosen to destroy, I wished this was not what I thought it was. My hands shook as I opened the book. I felt my world spin as I looked through the pages. All of the pages had been scribbled on and some pages were even ripped off. My hands were shaking as I put the book down. I felt my vision go red when I saw scraps of paper in my bag as I realised these were the notes I had handwritten with so much time and precision. All of my work was gone. All of my hard work was down in the drain all because some petty boys could not stand me. Anger bubbled hotter than tears. I felt tears blur my sight as I stared at all the wreckage in front of me. I clenched my fist

And you can forget about a comfortable retirement! I stood in the doorway, coldly watching this scene unfold. My mother-in-law's hand trembled. She whipped around and met my eyes. Her face went deathly pale as she fumbled to end the call, her lips quivering. "Graham... You... Why are you home?" She stood frozen in place. She darted her eyes away, looking like a child caught doing something wrong. I looked at her, feeling a pang of bitterness. I let out a soft sigh. "Grace, even though Arya's gone, I've always treated you like my own mother."

We suddenly felt the refreshing air, just like the times when we used to run through the fields while laughing in the warm breeze of sunset. Back then, I was carefree. But now, it seemed like that person had long been buried in some forgotten corner of the world. As we walked toward Peter and Lila's grave, I whispered their names, "Dad, Mom..." Tears welled up in my eyes. Their tombstone was stained with blood. The sight before me struck so hard that everything went black. The once simple and humble tombstone was now defiled with disgusting, bloody graffiti. I rushed toward the grave.