Novel & Cerita Let This Grieving Soul Retire Season 2

"So you’re still in touch with her. Why doesn’t she come see her son, Caleb? Sigh. She abandoned her own child. She must not be doing well. Forget it. I won’t talk about her today. It’s a happy occasion." Mom finally breathed a sigh of relief. She opened her mouth as if wanting to explain, and I waited, but she still said nothing. Every last bit of hope I had evaporated completely. In my past life, when that ungrateful brat Caleb achieved success, Sophie came back. This time would be no different. I knew she’d show up today, though I wasn’t sure exactly when. By now, I didn’t care. With Miles' achievement of getting into the youth program, representatives from Sterling University had also co

she screamed again, her voice echoing off the walls. Her body shook violently. She turned to her sister, her eyes wild with disbelief. “Adaobi… please, tell me this is a dream. Tell me he’s not gone.” But Adaobi’s tears were her only reply. She knelt beside her sister, pulling her into her arms. They cried together, their sobs merging in a rhythm of grief. The officers and attendants stood silently, their faces solemn. Then, all of a sudden, Amara rose to her feet, her eyes distant, unfocused.

“And correct.” She leaned back, folding one leg over the other, an angle designed to communicate both patience and power. “There is no ‘return,’ because she never left anything worth returning to. She disappeared. People do that. She’s gone. Nico is grieving in that performative way he does when he wants donors to open their wallets. You’re trying to monetize a ghost.” I smiled. “You think I’d bring a ghost to your desk?” “You’ve brought worse.”

"You don't deserve it. I'll never fall for a manipulative liar like you. "Jonathan, you were the one who used all kinds of schemes and tricks to gain attention your whole life, weren't you? Now that Harrison is gone, you finally have no competition. All of you, get out. Harrison is better off without a family like yours." The funeral was noisy and chaotic. Charlotte drove everyone away and stayed quietly by Harrison's side.

“I couldn’t sleep.” Seren crawled over to the stone bench and sat at Clara’s feet, leaning against her legs. “I dreamed about the names. All of them. The candidates, the consumed, the ones the network took. They were standing in a garden—not this garden, a different one. And they were smiling.” Clara felt the anchor sense warm. “They’re at peace. The Hollow is gone. The original grief has been witnessed. They can rest now.” Seren looked up at her. “Do you think they know? That someone finally witnessed them?”

I never wanted him to know any of this or to hurt like this. The footage ended. On the giant screen, the white soul particles that had once represented the purest goodness completed their final mission. The brilliant light, radiant as stars, gradually dimmed. In the deathly silence that filled the plaza, the particles slowly dissolved into billions of golden specks. Like a gentle snow, they dispersed completely into the air. The last trace of my existence vanished from this world. "It was you all along!" Brody turned to Ellie and raised his hand. The sharp crack of the slap rang out. Ellie stared at him in disbelief, her composure shattering completely.

“I choose this.” Her face doesn’t change. But the profound loneliness in her eyes deepens, becomes a final, understanding sorrow. She fades, and the void she leaves behind is a relief. We are solidifying. Our timeline is stabilizing, the ghosts flickering out one by one as we emotionally renounce them. And then, the final ghost appears. It’s not of us. It’s the Warden.

Channing, who had just died on Pigsy’s back, stood back up on his feet, visibly shaking. Although his clothes were still on, under them was nothing but a skeleton. Despite this, his soul was still attached to his body. Now, his skeleton was starting to fade, to the point it was now translucent. “Henderson! Channing! What happened?” Zendaya yelled. “Your highness, I… I feel like...” “It feels like… I’m going to another realm…”

Leena sat on the couch, her body slumped with the weight of her emotions. She held the photo frame close to her heart, tears streaming down her face as she poured out her heart to her deceased husband, Vivian. The room was filled with a palpable sense of grief and pain, the air heavy with the weight of her sorrow. "Vivian," she whispered, her voice quivering with a mixture of sadness and frustration. "I don't understand why this had to happen. Viaan, our own son, he kept his relationship with Kiara hidden from me. It hurts, Vivian. It hurts so much."

" Summer said to herself while paying her respects. Her eyes were red and swollen. In the past two days, Summer had shed so many tears that she was almost blind from crying. Next to her, Joe sighed, and after a long while, he only said one sentence, "My condolences." Perhaps for Gale, death in Sea City was a rebirth somewhere else! She no longer misses anything here. Shawn stood in the middle of the mourning hall. His face was haggard, his eyes were black and blue, and the black suit made him tall and straight, looking like a tree facing the wind.