Let This Grieving Soul Retire Krai Love Interest 소설 & 이야기

His sweet words made her think that before losing her memory, the two were in love. Unexpectedly, his fiancée is another woman, and that woman is the cause of her memory loss! Carwyn said, “Grainne, listen to my explanation, okay? She is indeed my fiancée, but the only one I love is you." Grainne scoffed: “Then why do you think a fiancé wants me to be your mistress at the same time? Carwyn, you're good at math, aren't you!" Carwyn knew that no matter what Grainne said now, Grainne wouldn't listen. He now deeply regrets his initial decision. “She pushed me into the water, right?” Grainne suddenly asked coldly. “Yeah…”

"I loved him first! We were meant to be together until you decided you wanted him too." "That's not true," Nora said, though she had no way of knowing. Her past was still a blank void. "Isn't it? Even now, with your memory gone, he still looks at you like you hung the moon. Even though you chose Carlos, even though you married another man, Griffin can't let you go." Elara's voice broke slightly. "Do you know what it's like to love someone so completely, only to watch them die for someone else who doesn't even want them?"

"She is the woman who holds my deepest love. Despite her passing three years ago, my affection for her remains unwavering. She brought immense vibrancy and joy into my life. She illuminated my world, but now... she is no longer here," Killian replied with profound sadness, gazing at the photograph of Ginni while tenderly caressing it, hoping against hope for her return, even though he knew it to be impossible.

I shouted and she put her head down, sniffing. “Save the crocodile tears, and walk out.” She raised her head up, and looked at me for a moment, her eyes narrowing before she walked out. I turned to Vittoria, who was focused on her work. “Vittoria I…” “Congratulations sir, on your betrothal,” she said in a cold voice. Fuck!!

That year, I fell in love. I watch as the stars glow and the wind howled. It's as if I'm still here, body, mind, and soul. Even in the afterlife, he has so much of me. Does he even think of me? When he learned of my demise, did he even shed a tear? I shook my head as memories start to flood all over again. Flashes of our days together, me and Devon running down the stairs of the school's fire exit so he could kiss me deeply and whisper things like, "God you're so beautiful Hannah, I'm so crazy for you..." and I would kiss him back with the same need and passion because I felt it. He was beautiful, magnificent, he was my soulmate...but, why am I alone now? Cold and dead and he was there slumb

"I am sorry that I loved you in this life. But I have never regretted it." Silence. Slowly, Kael opened his eyes to assure himself that he was unharmed. The scene around him had changed. Gone were his home and Eira’s body lying beside him; in their place stood a grave with a headstone bearing the name: Eira Crystalclaw. -_oOo_- [Present Day] Kael sprinted toward Moon Hill. He had no other goal than to meet the Moon Goddess and beg her to restore everything to the way it was; having learned that Eira’s body had been cremated, he could not visit her grave to soothe his longing.

He excitedly reached out to take my hand. Instead of taking his hand, I grabbed his injured wrist and pressed down hard on the wound. Blood gushed out. His face was drenched in cold sweat. He went pale from the pain. Still, he did not cry out. Instead, his eyes were filled with nothing but pure, desperate joy at having me back. “Taz, you can do whatever you want to me as long as it makes you feel better.” The helicopter flew straight back to Southside. I felt like I was visiting a ghost from my past as I stepped back into the familiar Sheargold family mansion.

"If I don't... become... cold... I cannot... calculate... the... moisture... recovery... I have to... let... you... go..." Kael’s fingers, built of silver light, hovered over the 'Confirm' node of the deletion. He looked at me through the camera lens—really looked at me—one last time. He saw the statue of the woman he had loved, stitched together by copper wire and anchored by a heart of stone. He saw the Mother who had already forgotten his name. "I’ll be the floor, Aria," Kael murmured, a single digital tear pixelating into gold ash. "Even if I'm the only one left to remember why I'm holding you up."

"They talked about his achievements as a hockey Captain." My voice trembled. "They talked about how brilliant he was." Another tear slid down my cheek. I laughed bitterly. "You know how admired him so much." The words felt pathetic the moment they left my mouth. But they were true. Then Melanie gently pulled back so she could look at me. "Vida." I lowered my gaze. "What?" "Listen to me carefully." I reluctantly looked up. Her expression was serious. "You did not work this hard to get into Dravik University because of Khaelon Dravik."

Kryon then removes his wrist from above her mouth and leans down over her, and just before his lips meet with hers, he whispers. “I love you, my Beloved.” Kryon and Cleo are soon surrounded by Alexander, Margret, Chris, Harlen and the few other high noble vampires who could fit into the private garden, their eyes going wide in shock as they watch the purple-blue ribbon of light surrounding Kryon and Cleo get brighter and brighter.