It's Been So Long By The Living Tombstone นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He initially had to go to the hospital for consultations in the afternoon, but this day was too special. Adam sat alone on the edge of the railing in front of the tombstone. He quietly faced the tombstone and whispered with a smile. “It’s been another year. Time passes so quickly. I had wanted to come here earlier, but my friend suddenly became unwell, so that delayed me for a bit.” Adam explained to the tombstone. “You must be disappointed, aren’t you? It’s still just me this year. My sister, she…” “I’m here now, aren’t I?”

Rocky said. Hayden sat up from where he lay slumped on the back seat. His muscles and joints ached from neglect, but he barely noticed them. They were in front of a family graveyard, it would seem. It was very quiet and bright. The small gate was slightly ajar. Hayden got down from the car and wandered carefully to the gate. “She was buried two days ago,” Rocky tried to stop him. “I’m not sure there’s anything else to see, sir.” “We’re late, then?” Hayden asked.

I quickly pulled out my phone to increase the time but the throbbing pain in my heart—one that I had learnt to suppress began to envelope my heart. The alarm didn't go off. It was just Carl's birthday. I had set a reminder for his birthday because I had plans for his birthday but he…he wasn't with me anymore. With every day that passed by, I was constantly reminded of what I used to have–what used to be. How was I going to heal if I was surrounded by memories? Maybe…maybe I couldn't forget because I still loved him. I walked away when all I wanted to do was to have him in my arms but I couldn't because of his mother.

"Nancy's funeral. Hope you'll show. You are her GOOD FRIEND, after all." Finley scoffed. "Jensen Johnston, you're her husband! She's missing—no body, no proof—and instead of looking, you're throwing a funeral? What if she's alive? You're basically wishing her dead. What kind of husband does that?" I pulled the death certificate from my bag and gave a short laugh. "She's been buried under snow three months. I searched. Couldn't find her. So I filed it. Wasn't it you guys who told me to move on?"

"David, tell every merchant in Business Dev that they need to double their inventory tonight. If anyone goes out of stock, they can forget about ever getting featured again." I sat in the corner and watched them celebrate. Ten minutes to midnight.

The price is too high, and Andrea is paying it with her life. *** I stand under the rain, the steady patter a somber accompaniment to my thoughts. Samuel holds the umbrella over me as I place a bouquet of vibrant red roses on Evelyn’s tombstone. The polished granite reads “Evelyn Joan Harper, a loving daughter,” a stark reminder of a life cut short.

She looked alive here, in this dying arcade, surrounded by ghosts of the past and fragments of the present. The jukebox crackled to life suddenly, no one claiming responsibility. A grainy, melancholic tune from decades past echoed through the arcade, the singer's voice warping with age and failing speakers. It was a lullaby for the forgotten. Atlas leaned closer to Nova. "You think we’ll rot like the others?" She looked at him then, eyes the same stormy grey as the sky before rain. "Only if we let ourselves love." "What if we can’t help it?"

My best friend, Eleanor Fitzroy, and I both transmigrated into an era of turmoil, where we happen to become students of a legendary seer. I am born with an uncanny gift for divination. With nothing more than three coins, I can read the signs of fate and predict what is yet to come. Eleanor, meanwhile, possesses an extraordinary mind for strategy. She can decipher the most complex military tactics and, with a single formation of her own design, turn the tide against thousands of soldiers. After leaving Ravenvale, our mentor's secluded valley, we join forces to support the disgraced Seventh Prince, Alexander Wyndham, and help him rise to the throne. Alexander soon falls deeply in love wit

Until now. Shifting into drive, I hit the gas a little harder than intended. Gravel tumbles underneath the tires, keeping me from moving for a second before the Volvo takes off. I manage to turn around, easing up on the gas and finally hitting pavement to pass the cemetery gates. It's still pitch black outside but I'm beyond positive it shouldn't be. I've been gone for hours. This is insane. Nothing makes sense. The Watchman. My dead brother-at least I think it's him-back from the dead.

Was it because this is father and grandfather’s tomb? I reached in front of it and stood looking at the tombstone facing me written in the ancient Lycan figures reading ‘Eternal Reign of Don Tal Kingston.’ The words were not clear due to the moss growing around it and the frost flower covering some bit of it. I knelt in front of the tombstone and tore off the plants growing around it. I plucked off the moss and used my handkerchief to dust off whatever was on top of it.