I've Dug Two Graves For Us Novels & Stories

Of course I know it wasn't a marriage of love but I think I might have fallen for my husband in the process but clearly he doesn't feel the same. I felt like a fool as I stood there, watching as he walked away to take the call. I walked upstairs and got to my bedroom with a heavy heart. “What's going on? Why are they after the will?” I asked myself as I sat on my bed. ~~~~~ Two days later, we all stood, throwing dirt into the pit dug for my parents' empty graves and I couldn't stop the tears from flowing. I think I needed this release. Ophelia and Paul stood by my side, holding me while I stood just looking into the pit.

Something we had learned back home. That left me with the hardest part. The grave… Kylan and I had already dug most of it with the same shovels we used to set up the tents. Each strike into the soil reminded me of what we had actually been doing. Digging a grave, hiding a body…none of it was normal, but we didn’t have a choice. “Can we throw her in already?” Kayden’s voice broke through. “And can someone please remind me again why you couldn’t just shift and dig the hole?”

Lisha followed, placing Ava’s favorite stuffed rabbit gently on top of the coffin before it was fully covered. “So you’re not alone,” she cried softly. As the first shovel of soil fell— *thud* Lisha flinched. Dave closed his eyes. Each sound echoed like a goodbye they weren’t ready to say. *thud… thud… thud…* The grave slowly filled. Covering what they loved most. When it was over, people began to leave quietly. Dave heard unsettling rumour from the guest as they left . “What kind of mother leaves her child 24/7 for work , I heard that if they had taken her to the hospital sooner she could have escaped death.”

Sarah Here I am with a shovel in my hand, in a cemetery, digging my own grave! Okay fine, greatly exaggerated. But I may as well be doing that with the decision I'm about to make. I'll probably be dead by the end of the day. I wasn't at all certain about it... But come on, when have I really been certain about anything in my life?

“I can’t live without her.” My mind spiraled violently. The memories of her hit me hard. The sound of her laugh, the feel of her touch, that always grounded me. I sent her away. If I hadn’t— If I had just kept her here— I raised the gun slwoly and then pressed it under my jaw. I felt the cold of the metal against skin. My breathing stuttered. What was left? Seventeen years of guilt for the fourteen graves I dug. And now it was hers.

I inwardly thought as we made our way into the back forest where we had our gravesite. Freya came closer to me, linking her arm with me as we made our way to where his grave was. Many pack members already arrived and they were waiting for us. >>>> I stood over the grave as the casket was being lowered into the ground. How did we get here? I inwardly asked myself The memories of how Diego would always show up for me when I needed him if Jason wasn’t able to make it popped up in my mind as I closed my eyes letting the tears stream down my face.

At a party hosted at our house, my husband sang a soul-stirring rendition of “Missing You Tonight". He poured his heart into it, his eyes misty and his voice raspy with emotion. I secretly recorded a video and posted it online. To my surprise, the video blew up. Hundreds of thousands of likes poured in, with the comment section overflowing with sympathy. Laughing, I handed my phone to my husband. “Jacob, you went viral.” The top-voted comment read: [Girl, I’m not one to stir up drama, but your husband looks like he’s nursing a broken heart.] I thought he’d just laugh it off with a half-hearted smile. Instead, he took the phone and looked me straight in the eye with dead seriousness. “Yo

Afterwards I jump on a soft mattress and drift off to sleep. I have barely known peace since I was born. At some point I used to wish I was never born or better still died from birth. But no, here I am still suffering for something I know nothing about. "I hope you burn in hell." I muttered, cursing my father. He was the one that caused all of this. None of this would have happened if he wasn't a greedy fool, my gaze went to the two graves beside each other. "Amelia Grey and Micheal Grey." I read the name inscribed in each grave. The year they died was also written there. It has been so long, I wonder how their kids took it.

"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."

I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper. The Lycan nodded in understanding, and without hesitation, we began to dig a shallow grave. The ground was soft and accepting, as if nature itself mourned the loss of a young life. Together, we carefully laid Vallie's body to rest in the earth, her final resting place marked by the gentle flow of the nearby river.