Jars Of Sadness 소설 & 이야기

Xavier said to him Jared looked at him and looked away. He pulled out his phone and dropped it almost immediately. He was restless and he couldn’t say why exactly he was that restless. Alice was two months gone now and that was a good thing. He didn’t know how long she was going to carry the baby before it eventually dies, if it does anyway. He just didn’t like the silence. There was no reason for the quarter to be silent while everything was falling apart. He hated the silence. It meant that his enemies were planning something and that wasn’t good news. He stood up and walked out of the study

I slowly sat upright, I could feel the sourness on my eyes, the redness, I could feel the swell, I could imagine my scattered hair, facing different directions at the same time. "I thought you might be hungry, it's past lunchtime. I bought you food" Jarvis said, picking up the paper bag he left on the floor, he took out a hamburger and soda, handing them over to me, I accepted with a nod, instantly bitting into it and chewing on it slowly, without force while gazing at the wall before me. Jarvis sat in front of my view, sighing. "I don't know how to comfort you man, this is so fucked up"

“She was drunk last night.” True. “You got drunk last night?” Daniel said. Was he asking or telling her? “Yup she did,” Ivy continued. “And the worst part is she doesn’t remember anything that happened whenever she’s drunk. Absolutely nothing.” “Oh,” the disappointment was obvious in Daniel’s voice. “Let’s all take a picture,” Jordan suggested pulling out his selfie stick. There was an evident tension in the air as they all moved closer. “Daniel you wouldn’t be captured and locked in one of this artifacts cases if you smile,” Jordan yelled, Elena’s gaze immediately shifting towards Daniel. “Elena you too. Look at the camera not Daniel’s face!”

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Natasha dashes out of the ice cream shop, a frantic look on her face. Her heart was beating so loud and so fast that she could feel the impact on her chest. She just lost two kids to God knows what and God knows who. What was she going to tell Mr. Grayson? ‘Oh, hi, I took your kids for ice cream but they got lost somehow. But don’t worry, I’m sure we will find them.’ He was going to fire her! She couldn’t afford to be fired. This was the only job she actually had a shot at and now, she was about to lose that too because of her fucking carelessness!

The streetlights elongated his shadow until he turned a corner and disappeared from my line of sight. I entered the house after throwing the gold pendant away. My baby was like me—we didn't want love that was too little, too late. … Three months later, I was celebrating with my colleagues after completing yet another big project. That was when I received a call from a funeral parlor. They asked me whether it was convenient for me to collect Benjamin's ashes. I looked at the calm surface of the lake outside my window and chuckled softly. Then, I said, "You can just pour them down the drain."

Anise answered, although she knew that he couldn't hear her. "And I haven't forgotten what it's like to be human." Asher continued. "I know that too." Then the room fell silent. Back in the attic, Miranda began to sob quietly. Joshua frowned, unsure of how to comfort her. "What are you feeling?" Joshua wondered. Miranda lifted her face from her hands, and instead rested her chin on her intertwined fingers, while her elbows were propped on her knees. "There's a pain," Miranda began to explain, then she swallowed back a ball of slimy saliva, "here." She pointed to her chest.

He had never imagined such a disaster could happen in a deal he had spent a year negotiating. At that moment, Sandra dropped to a deep ninety-degree bow, tears streaming down her face as she pleaded loudly, "I'm sorry! This has nothing to do with Mr. Ulrich! Don't scold him! I failed to discipline my child. Please forgive me, give me a chance to make it right!" The partner, startled, barked back, "I'm talking to Grayson! Who are you? How dare you ask me for forgiveness?" Sandra's tears fell in a torrent. Her shoulders shook, her posture small and pitiful, looking both wronged and helpless.

The staff hummed in my hand, quiet as a cat. I looked back once. Rooflines. A scrap of blue tarp on a neighbor’s shed. The line of road that brought you home on days you were late and didn’t want to be. I thought about Mrs. Juliet’s flour hands and James’s eyes and a blade that sang and stopped singing, and something inside me tightened and also steadied. “Don’t,” Jasper said gently, not looking back. “Part of the glamour is grief that sticks and blinds.” “I’m not glamorous enough for that,” I said, and he huffed out a breath that might have been a laugh if the day had been kinder.

Back then, my head was full of love, like a dream made of cotton candy. Who could have guessed that I would return here three years later—not in a wedding dress, not hand in hand with him, with smiles on our faces, but quietly moving through empty aisles. Jason didn't say a word. He just watched as I wandered through the church. His eyes darkened, as if finally understanding something. To be honest, he looked worse than I did. He was so skinny that he looked bony, his face was ghostly pale, and he was so frail that a gust of wind could knock him over.