Jars Of Sadness の小説・ストーリー

Monry can't say sorry to people who have been hurt in the past. I took a deep breath, bowed my head, and held it up. I closed my eyes and opened them to clear things out. to come up with a tough and exciting decision. Raven's pov. I went home with a broken heart. I went home helpless and hopeless. Of all the things that I have done in my life, why has it been so hard for me to find happiness? Every time that I am on that road to feel that I am complete, there is a storm coming to stop me from going and give me no choice but to hide and just wait until that storm is gone!

“The moment I emptied drawers and closet space.” She nodded and looked around. “So, where’s the food?” “Right. I was basically kicked out of the kitchen for suggesting that we feed you peanut butter and jelly.” “But peanut butter and jelly are awesome.” “That’s what I said too! But I was overruled and kicked out. Dinner should be up soon.” I gave her the remote, and she flicked through the stations until she landed on something called Snapped. It was basically a show about women who lost their minds and killed their husbands. When she crossed her legs and snuggled in, I knew she was excited over the find.

There were no traces of Arya here and no lingering presence of anyone from the Marlowe family. It was clean, new, stamped with my personal choices, and full of limitless future possibilities. Arya's car accident had been just that—an accident. It was a tragedy that shattered my life into pieces. Yet on top of those ruins, after experiencing betrayal, manipulation, abuse, and endless struggles, I had cleared away the rubble with my own hands and rebuilt my home. I had lost my marriage and seen people's true colors, but I had also reclaimed myself. My phone vibrated. A text from the bank reminded me that one of my low-risk investments started accruing interest today.

He holds me while I stare at my phone. At Julian's message. I'll be there. Yes. He will. And so will I. And by the end of that night, Julian Voss will understand what it means to lose everything. Just like I did. ****************** The next day, I prepare. Hair appointment. Nails. The red dress. The one that makes men stupid. I stand in front of the mirror. Look at myself. I barely recognize the woman staring back. Eight months ago, I was broken. Destroyed. Barely surviving.

I accepted the jar, cradling it in my hands with a mixture of reverence and sorrow. The weight of the jar felt heavy in my grasp, carrying the essence of my mother's being. The ashes, once a vibrant and vibrant force, were now contained within this fragile vessel. It was a profound reminder of the fragility of life and the eternal bond between a mother and her child. As I watched the mourners disperse, their presence fading into the distance, I felt a deep sense of loneliness. The absence of Madame Beatrice's physical form was now an undeniable reality, and the weight of responsibility settled upon my shoulders.

I know smoking is not a very good thing for my already damaged heart but it is the pain killer of all the tragic and painful memories that are stuck deep inside my heart and mind. Everyone would doubt a person like me even feels for people but I do. 'hmmmm.... I do not think I can ever get over this' I say silently to myself. 'but at least, this helps to divert my attention' I say as I walk to my table to once again dissolve myself in work, the one thing I have been doing for the past years to temporary get rid of memories I want to forget. Jessa’s POV 'Jennifer!' 'Dorothy'! Both my granny and miss Jackson say just as they see each other, making all heads in the dining room snap to their dir

She turned, smiling faintly, hoping it was Vincenzo, but her smile vanished instantly. “Jarvis…” That was all she could say. “I’m really sorry,” Jarvis blurted out, his voice raw and ragged. “That day… I lost my senses. I was weak, I was scared, Nothing has ever happened between me and Amelia. I swear I don't even love her! We were just pretending, I lied because I was afraid of dying. But I can’t live without you, Seraphina. I can’t breathe without you.” His voice fractured, and then he added in a broken whisper, “You don’t understand what I went through. The... things were done to me. I’ve been... I've been broken in ways you can’t imagine. I suffered, Seraphina. I’m a shadow of myself.”

But should a girl consider herself lucky if her husband thinks in such a way? Jasper was sitting in the corner of his room. His entire room was messed up, things broken here and there, pieces of glass, torn papers and much other stuff. His eyes were swollen which depicted that he hadn't slept and spent the night crying. There were multiple wounds on his hands giving him physical pain and his face was calm. His face looked dry and shrank, all his bodily features easily explained what he felt last night. It felt like he was lost in his world of neverending heartbreak and pain.

Eliana The voices of the people around me faded into white noise as I stared out the window, my mind no longer in the present but in the past. I thought back to the day it all started,my hatred for Melissa. EIGHT YEARS AGO. I laid in bed, my phone in hand as I read the same four words over and over again. “I'm sorry but I don't think we would work out, I love someone else I know it isn't fair that it's your sister but… I hope you understand, have a nice life.”

Greedy Jarob had declared that night with a goblet of wine raised in the air, and everyone in the hall that night hailed in agreement. That night Jazell was devastated; everything she had trained for…her time, her resources…sleepless nights in the library. Reading scroll after scroll, book after book, tormented by the sounds of the shadow when she should be having her beauty sleep… All for what? To be rejected! Stripped off her birthright!