Novel & Cerita Lament Def

He walked up to the door of her room and knocked on it gently. “Go away” Her hoarse voice echoed. He could sense the sadness lingering in her cold voice. That was how he sounded whenever he was sad, he knows that because it’s his body. He squeezed the door knob and walked in. Lara was seated on the bed. her feet raise up and her head rested on her knees, while her hands curled around her leg. “I didn’t mean what I said, I’m sorry” Liam apologized. “Just go” Liam probed forward and sat on the bed; “Look, it’s his loss, he lost a great girl”

We tend to do things that seems right only at that moment and later regret for having our mind function in such an absurd manner. I heard the main door of our house shut gently, indicating that he left. I sighed and dared not to spill any stupid tears from my tears. What was the point of crying now? I'd cry the whole night if it assures to make things better for me tomorrow. But I know it's not going to do anything except for draining me out of water. I silently walked to my bed and sat on it. There was this thing I knew about Brett. He doesn't get mad for unreadable things. He only gets angry if someone hits him in the nerve or hurts him in the hurt. Both the things happened today.

The anomaly’s power worked through sound, through grief, through some kind of emotional manipulation that could make experienced Hunters curl up and wait for death. “Eugene’s notes mention this,” I said, cross-referencing the journal entries with the mission reports. “The Lamenting Mother feeds on sorrow. She pulls memories of loss from her victims and amplifies them until the grief becomes physically debilitating. That’s how she kills, not through violence but through breaking people from the inside.” “How did Eugene’s device counter that?” Whitney asked.

Lillian rested her hands on the stone. “There’s something I need to say,” she said. Elena did not interrupt. She waited. “I can’t mourn the way people expect me to,” Lillian continued. “I don’t have memories to anchor it. No bedtime stories. No ordinary moments.” Elena nodded slowly. “I have flashes. But they’re not complete either.” “That makes it worse,” Lillian said. “Because everyone assumes grief has a shape.” “And it doesn’t,” Elena replied. “Not for us.”

“I just wanted to try one last time, to convince myself that you're not mine anymore.” “The only emotion that those memories brought is nostalgia. Just nostalgia, and probably… grief.” Lucien's eyes lit up. “Grief is good. Where there is grief, there is love. You can't grieve what you never loved.” “Wrong Lucien.” I argue. “Where there is grief, there was love. Grief is mourning something that used to be there but it's no longer present. And besides, I meant grief as in grieving our child. My baby-” I pause, trying to hold back tears threatening to fall. If a tear mistakenly falls through, a dam will be open. I can't start crying here in the open.

Previously, I felt betrayed and hurt. The man who I thought I owed my life had now turned out to be the one ruining it. That thought made the pain worse. "The beautiful love which I felt from you has completely disappeared, Jihun. It completely has!" He chuckled darkly hearing me and with a smirk he stated, " Most things that disappear are beautiful! " ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------