I've Dug Two Graves For Us Mga Nobela at Kwento

He picked up a handful of dirt and let it fall. I did the same. “You deserved better, Chrissy. I'm sorry we couldn't give it to you.” The dirt hit the sheet with a soft thud. Then another. And another. We filled the grave in silence. By the time we finished, my hands were raw. My back was screaming. And my chest felt like someone had carved a hole right through the middle of it. Buggy stuck the shovel in the ground and looked at me. “You gonna tell Remy where she's buried?”

losing my soul for some skin. My hands worked through the night, covering my arms in blood. And when I was finished, I rolled the skins up, looking at the bare musculature of the two young men. Then, I started to do as I promised, to bury them. I dug a grave so deep that it would take even more effort to dig up again, and put the young men in. With exhaustion, I started to cover the young men back, and just before sunrise, I had fully buried them.

We held a twilight vigil for the three we had downed that day. With everyone's help, except Gerald who was still whining about the gash on his arm, we had their graves dug and the people properly buried. It was heartbreaking knowing that the world was holding fewer and fewer people these days. We left that graveyard with a newfound sense of comradery. We had all lost someone close and we all had our own demons to fight. Real or in our heads, it is all a battle just the same.

Each grave we dig feels heavier than the last, as if the weight of war itself is pressing down on us. Marcel whispers something to his fallen warriors before we lower them into the earth. Their blood has already seeped into the soil, a cruel reminder of the lives stolen too soon. I clench my jaw, the familiar rage simmering beneath my skin. This cycle of violence, this endless war, has to end.

My husband and my best friend had become my nemesis. I didn’t know how they dragged me out of the building, but when my eyes fluttered open, I was lying helplessly in the graveyard. The night air was cold against my skin, and the stench of freshly dug earth filled my nostrils. Derek’s voice pierced through the darkness, awakening me from the edge of unconsciousness. '‘I’m done digging her grave, help me grab her by the legs,’' he said, his tone cold and unfeeling, as he dropped what looked like a shovel onto the ground.

"Mama, Papa, I shall be reaching the age of eighteen next week. Verity delicately arranged the flower she had offered to them, and with a solemn tone, she uttered, "The day that both you and I dread shall arrive." With a heavy heart, she took up the shovel and began to dig fixing their grave. The earth was hard and unyielding, but she persisted, driven by a sense of duty and love for her departed mother.

“You can't. But you can earn yourself a bit of peace. Follow me.” I found it weird that I was listening to someone that wasn't there but I did anyway and we walked. We walked for hours and just when I thought I had actually gotten crazy and I was just walking aimlessly, we finally arrived at our destination. My eyes widened as I saw the two graves before me. I didn't need Lucien to tell me whose grave it was to know that it was Aasimar and his son Ryus' grave. “The first step is to beg for mercy.”

I held his head up in my arms. “Rocco…!” I wailed. My heart was heavy. I just lost my family again. The family cherished me like their own. Why does everything go against me? Then it started pouring rain. I stood up and went inside. I saw the grandma on the floor. Tears continued streaming down my cheeks as I stared at her. I was dripping from the rain pour. My clothes were already stained with mud. The dirt on my face was washed off by the rain. I sighed, wiping away my tears. I dashed off into the kitchen and brought out a shovel. I went back outside and began digging the ground at the back of the hut. It took me the whole night to dig a grave big enough to contain both of them. When I was

I was surprised because the day before, he told me he wouldn't. "I changed my mind, Cam. Burying my wife and daughter was the hardest thing I've ever done in my life. She was young, had a life ahead of her with her children, and this baby never even had a chance to live. Being here and digging them up is very difficult, but I can't be a coward. And I can't leave you alone in this either." My father looked at the grave for a moment, as if saying a prayer.

My hands clench into fists, the pressure building in my chest. The dreams… the memories... they keep fucking with me. The names hit me then. Luke and Parker. Wolves who gave their lives. Their blood spilled. I’m supposed to bury them today. It’s the right thing to do. They deserve to be laid to rest in peace, but that doesn’t mean it won’t fuck with me, too. Everything’s been a mess. And the ghosts of those we’ve lost? Yeah, they’re never really gone, are they?