It's Been So Long By The Living Tombstone Novels & Stories

Later on, not so long after, Rose Hillston finally buried four feet beneath in the grave where on the tombstone written her name. “No crying. Let your mother live her happiest afterlife.” a trembling voice that obviously is perfectly held in by the man who said that to the other man, who stands closest to the tomb. Two taps felt on the kneeling man’s shoulder. Radiating what that a true love means to let go, or so the people say.

Asher murmurs. Eric turns around and changes his direction on the other side. "And that…" He walks to one of the tombs behind Asher. "My enemies tomb." He smiles. Asher runs his eyes on the tomb's name one by one. Most of them are quite famous thugs and some of them are the government's special unit force from many countries. Despite that, there's one tomb at the end of the hall at the centre of both sides. Eric went to the tomb and caressed the tomb-like he was caressing someone.

The tombstones sat like broken teeth all crooked and gray and tired. And then I saw them. The two identical black marble slabs. No flowers and no framed photos and no fucking candles because I couldn’t bear it. My steps were slow at first each one dragging like a weight was chained to my ankles. My chest hurt and it was thw kind of pain I hadn’t known existed like someone had scooped out my heart with a rusted spoon and left a hollow cavity that whistled every time I breathed. Adrianna Moretti. Beloved Daughter. Good Mother. Fierce Soul.

The cemetery held such a powerful mix of emotions—energy, sadness, and heaviness—that left me in awe. I moved the light over the area, revealing a towering tomb that dominated the back right corner. The moonlight cast eerie shadows, adding to the mystique. It was exactly where the star on the map had indicated. The name Gomez was carved into the highest point of the mausoleum in a font reminiscent of Old English. A small plaque on the side of the structure, covered in mineral buildup from years of weathering, displayed six names with middle initials.

I walked past thousands of tombstones and i finally found his. I placed the flower on top of his grave and i sat in front of it. It was the prettiest and loneliest tombstone in three rows. The other ones were plain but they had flowers suffocating it. His tomb only had my flowers and rose petals on the left side. It looked like there was something in it. The rose petals were cracked and dry. I reached for the item. I saw a white paper. I opened it up and i saw a writing.

A few days later! Brain Matthews got down from his car and proceeded into the mansion with the determination to put an end to the crazy stuff happening in his life. It's been four days since he has heard from Vanessa and also since his younger, sister, Laurel had anything to do with him. He had hoped that by Tuesday, everything would be fine between himself and Vanessa but he was wrong. She intentionally avoided bumping into him in the mansion and had refused to pick up his calls, reply to his text messages or even open her door when he went to see her in her room.

All of it kept on bothering the Captain's mind. Blanche found herself walking towards a familiar tombstone, it was surrounded by green molds, and lawn grass around it was almost six inches tall. Just how long since the last time she visited this place? She can't even remember. The only thing she knew is that she hired someone to maintain this place, however, it seems that the hand stone cleaner hasn't been around as well.

The last words come out in a sob. He wraps his arms around me pulling me in tight, my head buried in his chest. “I lost my mate babe. It killed me that literally killed me. Your mate is still alive and all I am saying is I saw the way he is looking at you. I vote you jump on that and knock out the cobwebs.” A strangled sob comes out of my throat. “I know what you need other than hot fucking sex, you need time with the little devils and tonight, tonight we Karaoke and drink.” I lift up at him and a sly smile graces my lips.

Mason froze, his clenched fists unclenching as he did a 360 degree turn and came face to face with Micheal, his younger brother. “Micheal!” He exclaimed, taking a few steps from where he was standing as he walked towards him. “Damn man, it’s been so long.” Micheal greeted, pulling Mason into an unsolicited hug. “Says the arrant prodigal son. The ‘it’s been so long’ is definitely on your part. You’ve refused to visit, and countless times when I want to come see you, you’re never at home. What’s going on with you though.”

I didn't want to have too much contact with them, so I had Mark bring me back. "Are you sure about staying here?" Mark frowned. I turned my head to look at the house behind me; no one had lived there for three years. Weeds had grown unchecked. I nodded towards Mark. Apart from here, I had nowhere else to go, and I was penniless. The clothes I was wearing were still the same as three years ago. The clothing inside the rehab center was all uniform, which was why I still only had this outfit. I reached down to pull out the weeds, and it seemed to disturb the creatures living inside; they all scattered.