Lost One Weeping Novels & Stories

We moved through the waking forest as the first rays of sun painted the sky, the mood solemn, funereal. The Weeping Pool was exactly as I had dreamed it. Isolated, silent, and heavy with a palpable sorrow. The ancient willows formed a natural cathedral around the dark water, their drooping branches creating a veil. It was a place of endings. "The deepest pool," Nolan murmured, his voice hushed in the quiet gloom. "It fits the description." Adrien stood at the water's edge, his expression grim as he stared into the inky depths. "How do we find it? Dragging the pool could take days."

It spoke to me, in a way an art piece never has before. “That one is one of my favorites as well” Jace says. “Why does she look so sad?” I ask “She just lost her best friend. Her person.” He says with a sad smile. “Do you know her?” I ask him. “Not very well. She came in for a different piece to be done and this was the most beautiful thing I had seen from her all day.” He says. Walking up behind me and following my fingers path with his. I look up at him over my shoulder and I could see the heartbreak that he felt for her. Like he could physically feel the pain that she had felt. I’ve never wanted to hold someone so bad before. I turn around to face him. My hand goes to his cheek and when h

I looked upon the sky to prevent the tears from my eyes to crawl down from my lashes. " Dilan, Baby? Are you listening? I missed you, I know I've done so many stupid things and I never told you how much you mean to me, how much I love you, I wish you knew how much it destroyed me when you left." I hurriedly wiped the tears on my eyes and laughed like stupid I should not cry, Dilan will never be happy if he sees me crying. The ocean is quiet, the smell of the fresh air and the coldness of the wind that makes my heart float from mid-air.

The woman hides her face in her hands. Theo stands up and places a hand on the woman's shoulder. - My handsome young David, threw himself from his bedroom window. He left a note saying that he couldn't bear to live without his lover any longer, and that now that he was dead, he was going to join him for all eternity. - The woman looks Theo in the eyes. – I'm nobody to tell you this, but listen to the word of the woman who, being an idiat, lost in one day everything she loved in life. The love, respect and presence in my life of the only child I had from the man I loved.

he confessed, breaking down in tears. His vulnerability shattered the walls I had built. Through his tears, he pleaded, “I don't have Liam, but I have you. Please, don't let me lose you too.” The pain in his eyes mirrored my own, and at that moment, the realization hit me—we were both drowning, each blaming ourselves for a tragedy that had no one to blame. Our shared grief became a bridge, connecting us in a shared struggle to survive the aftermath of losing our son.

Luna whispered through tears. “I’m so sorry, Luna,” I said, wrapping my arms around her as she wept for her father. “I wish there was something I could do to ease your pain.” I brushed away a tear that fell from her eye, feeling helpless in the face of her overwhelming sorrow. Luna looked up at me with red, puffy eyes and whispered, “Don’t leave me alone; please stay with me.” I nodded, silently promising to be there for her in her time of need. “Always...” I whispered back, holding her tightly as she cried.

Steady arms reach for me and mine are weak and shaking in the recipient as I go on a series of deep gasps and blinks, trying to breathe and refute the crippling sorrow dousing my heart and soul as my vision blurs with vehement tears and my lips tremble apart. “No…” I shake my head in adamant denial as a wet trail glides down my cheek, quickly followed by my right cheek. Shutting my eyes tight, I bite down hard on my lower lip, growing restless as grief burns my heart and soul. I sway my head without care of hurting myself as I continue to repeat the word ‘no’ in my sluggish struggles. It’s too much for me…just how many more loved ones do I have to lose before misfortune will be satisfied?

They spoke of pain, grief…a goodbye kiss to all the memories being shared. The child she was now carrying. Well, fuck me that explains why we can't find her anywhere. I threw a side glance to Lazaro's direction, watching him shake with silent tears as he tried so hard not to fall on his knees, right here, in front of me. I wanted to reach out for him and have him cry into my shoulders instead, but by the time the music came to an end, we were both silent, the rush of adrenaline immediately bring replaced with something softer…. gentler; the urge to break down into tears, knowing what and who we had lost.

Each drop was a tear. They emerged from the mist onto the shore of a lake. The water was perfectly still and black, like a sheet of obsidian. The mist hung over it like a shroud. And all around the edges of the lake, from the overhanging rocks and the weary branches of the trees, water dripped steadily into the stillness. Drip. Drip. Drip. This was the Weeping. The source of the valley’s sorrow. “The signal is coming from there,” Arin said, pointing to the center of the lake.

A solitary tear, a poignant teardrop, escaped Levi's eyes, marking an acknowledgment of loss and an expression of the profound emotions coursing through him. In the somber scene, the arena transformed into a theater of mourning. Sebastian's grip tightened, a futile attempt to hold on to the slipping moments. The air seemed heavy with grief, the silence punctuated only by the stifled sobs and the echoes of the emotional storm that raged within.