Novel & Cerita Hold My Hand And Take Me To The Ashes

Her handwriting was neater than I expected. "Bentley, I was the only one who wronged your brother. Don’t hate me." That evening, I bought myself a bouquet of sunflowers. As I walked back to my apartment, the sound of an accordion drifted through the alley. This time, I didn’t quicken my pace.

Her attention fell first on his hand, which rested slightly open in a way that did not suggest abandonment but completion, and inside it lay a marigold that had already begun to lose its color, not dramatically, not symbolically, but simply in the way natural things fade when time no longer supports their original state, and the sight of it did not create shock in her mind so much as an unsettling stillness that spread slowly through her awareness without requiring language. Her gaze shifted after that, almost reluctantly, toward the folded paper resting near his other hand, not placed carefully, not positioned for discovery, but simply held until holding itself had ceased to matter, and Ais

I don’t know where I’m going, but I keep moving. And then I find him. Asher. He’s on the floor, blood pooling around him, his eyes wide with pain and betrayal. And I’m holding the knife. “No,” I whisper. “No, I didn’t—I wouldn’t—” He doesn’t speak. He just fades. Gone. I drop the knife, but it stays in my hand. Like it’s part of me now. The world spins. I fall to my knees. “This isn’t real,” I say. “This isn’t—”

Iris's grip on my hand tightened, and I knew she was there for me, supporting me through this difficult moment. The priest's voice continued, "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust..." The words hung in the air, a poignant reminder of the cycle of life and death. As the casket disappeared into the earth, I felt a sense of emptiness wash over me. It was a moment that would change me forever, a moment that would haunt me for the rest of my life. I bit down on my tongue, willing the tears not to fall as Iris rubbed my back soothingly. I looked up, seeing Zeus slink away into the forest

"Will you give it to me? Will you let me forget you so I can live to see the sunrise?" Ash looked at her—at the woman who was his mate, his queen, and his ruin. He saw the child moving beneath her skin, a monster waiting to be born from the wreckage of their devotion. He looked at his ruined hands, then back at her beautiful, terrified face. "Do it," Ash whispered, his voice a dead thing. "Take it all. Just stay alive." Rhea’s hand tightened over his heart. A blinding flash of white light erupted from the point of contact, a light so pure it erased the violet shadows of the cathedral.

“No. I’m not going back.” I reached out and took Kane’s hand. The past belongs to the ashes. Let it stay there. (The End)

Added and worst for the blood, dread and darkness are overwhelming her with the mix of darkness she could not tell what, worst the song goes. Hold my hand, little ones, I'll take thee away into a land of wonders. Hold my hand, little one, it’s time to come out and play, take my dolls as we will sing. Drip, drip, drip. I'll teach you how, through all the pain, and the sorrows. Let them weep, let them crawl, for life is this way. Murdering beauty and passions. Hold my hand, little one, it must be this way. Too weary of life, and deceptions. Hold my hand, little one, for soon we'll away, to the eerie and silence.” “Now, unto the next scene.”

As much as I do not want to the whole feelings’ thing, yeah that’s not really something I’m into. 'Thank you, so next appointment then.' 'What? Next appointment? I don’t get time to think about this? I don’t get time to get used to this idea?' I have to laugh as I push her back a little, I hear Ash singing, well at least part of a song ****Some things are meant to be, Take my hand, Take my whole life too, For I can’t help falling in love with you ****

No one does. With trembling hands, I reach for his body, pulling him into my arms despite the blood that covers everything. I hold him close, feeling the absence of warmth in his skin. My fingers clutch him as though I could bring him back, as though I could undo this. But it’s futile. There’s nothing left to be done. Asher is gone, and all that remains is the void.