Novel & Cerita I've Dug Two Graves For Us

___________________________________________________________________________ Rosemary’s Pov I find myself kneeling on the rough soil , Andrew kneels next to me as well. We both are digging a hole with our bare hands – it takes me back to the little kids we were. We would be in this same position , digging our way to the other side of the world. You can only imagine how sad we were when we realized that that is impossible. Nevertheless , we still kept digging – it was like one of our ways to relief our sadness or our anger. We would pretend instead that we trying to escape our reality by digging our way out of our troubles.

He hit the brakes. I got out of the SUV so fast I nearly tripped. I sprinted forward, spotting the fresh grave immediately, a pool of water sitting on top of it. “No.” I grabbed one of the shovels Oscar’s men had left behind and speared it into the mud. I worked fast, throwing mounds of dirt aside, moving quicker than I did with my sets with the bar and weights. Adrien grabbed a shovel and joined me, and then the driver did the same.

Glancing over his shoulder, he said, “I need your help. Are you sure you’re okay?” “Yes.” She replied then, “What do you need me to do?” For the next one hour, the two of them spent digging up two graves for the men to rest in. Although it was in the middle of nowhere, Jamie didn’t want to risk anyone tracing his path and eventually finding their dead bodies. After they both finished the task, the surrounding fell into an eerie silence. Apart from the crackling of dried leaves under their feet, nothing else could be heard even in their immediate vicinity.

I said, staring at her name carved at her tomb. When I was in New York, I hired a person from the Philippines to bury my Mama in the most prestigious cemetery located in the Town where Dad lives. I assured him that no one could ever track me, even The Mendez'. And thanks to Dad's riches and wealth, I built an excellent grave for Mama.

The light in my life was gone. *** It had been two hours now and I was still holding my mothers lifeless body. I dug the ground and dragged my moms lifeless body into the wide space I had dug. I looked at her body and fell into space and I fell on my knees. My mom, she was gone. I reluctantly poured the dug out sand over her body while my tears fell on her grave. I put a lot of stones on her grave and sat down beside it while crying. It was over, she was gone.

he consoled as I leaned on Ethan's shoulder. We got to his grave and we watched as he was put inside. We got a lot of " Sorry for your loss" before we got here. I felt like following Neill into his grave, but I had to be strong. I was given a shovel to use to pour soil into his grave. I couldn't bring myself to do it. I slowly dug a little soil from the ground and poured it in. We were going to miss him so much. But life had to go on, we all had to move on.

Samuels's POV Five of us are on digging duty this morning. I shudder to think what this is for, but I already know. We're digging a pit out in the woods, half a kilometre away from the castle, far enough to avoid any smells. We're digging a mass grave. These fucking bastards. We're all quiet as we work, and I know I'm not the only one affected, but no one mentions it.

The sky was heavy with gray clouds, threatening rain but refusing to deliver. I stood before the graves, my legs trembling as I knelt, my fingers tracing the names etched into the cold stone. “Mama, Papa.” My voice cracked, and the tears I’d been holding back spilled freely. “I’m so sorry. I should’ve dug deeper. Maybe I could've... ” My words dissolved into sobs, the weight of guilt pressing down on my chest like a leaden shroud. Memories flooded back,, xmy mother’s laughter, my father’s reassuring smile. They’d always been my anchors, my constant in a world that seemed to shift and crumble around me. And now, they were gone, leaving me a drift in a sea of uncertainty and lies.

I had been unable to speak or move, so there wasn’t anything I could do besides watch him. I remembered all of that, but now I was somewhere else. I was no longer tied up. I was standing in the ruins of a village that was still smoldering. At my feet were two large mounds of dirt. I knew that they were my parents' graves. I had dug them myself, although that was a long time ago. At least, it felt like it was. The dirt looked fresh and when I looked down at myself, there was mud on my hands and my clothes.

Growing up, my mother was the only one who had told me that, and hearing that after a long time had its warmth. I couldn’t stop my brain from repeating her words in my head. I wished I had had more time; I wanted to tell her how much I was sorry and make it up for all the things that had happened to her because of my lifestyle. *** I wiped the sweat from my brow with the back of my palm, the grit of dirt spreading across my skin. The shovel felt heavy in my hand, each scoop of sand an evidence of the pain and tiredness that pricked at me. We had been digging for hours with Silvia on the opposite end of the temporary grave, the hot morning sun beating down on our backs.