Lost One Weeping Novels & Stories

She suddenly turns in my direction with tears shining brightly in her eyes, her lips moving to say ‘I’m sorry’ before she places her hand in Henry’s outstretched one and they all disappear before my eyes. The instant they disappear, the wall in front of me vanishes and I fall to the soft grass with a loud thud. My head moves back to face the brightly lit up moon and a painful howl emerges from my lips, causing tears to flow down my cheeks for all that I have lost. The answering howls from my pack mates only intensifies the pain of losing the woman that I have waited a lifetime for.

Claudine's eyes met Mary's, sharing a moment of profound sorrow. Denzel wrapped his arm around Claudine, holding her close. As Mary's words faded, the air seemed to vibrate with unspoken grief. Suddenly, Claudine's head tilted back, and a mournful howl erupted from her throat. Denzel joined, his voice blending with hers. Kris, Jacob, Ronald, and the others followed, their howls weaving together in a haunting tapestry of sorrow. Mary added her voice, a soft, melancholic wail. The forest echoed with their collective lament, a chilling, beautiful dirge that conveyed the depth of their loss.

Luna Echo. Tala whined as our heart confirmed what our mind didn’t want to believe. My heart ached with deep, long-buried sorrow. The kind of sorrow that could only come from serious loss, the loss of my parents, and the loss of my pack. I quivered as I took deep, shuddering breaths, hoping to alleviate the pain I was feeling.

Back then, when she thought that Neil passed away, she must have been like Janice, right? There was nothing worse than the grief of losing a loved one. “Violet…” Sitting on a boulder, Janice looked at the firelight in the skies. She could no longer hold back her tears. “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry…” Luna could not help but feel sad together with Janice, looking at her crying. Janice cried in the cemetery for a very long time. Luna accompanied her. Perhaps, she felt that Luna was trustworthy, also a friend that lost a friend on the same day, so Janice trusted Luna a lot. She cried and recounted Violet’s past to Luna.

Leia clung to Opal, her body trembling as tears streamed down her face. Her friend lay in her arms, pale and fading, her life slipping away with each passing moment. The atmosphere seemed to close in around them, as if walls were pressing in on them, bearing witness to the tragedy that had unfolded.

Her eyes, a vibrant shade of blue, glimmered with unshed tears. The weight of her loss pressed upon her, threatening to crush her spirit. But she held herself there, in that solemn place, refusing to yield to despair. The wind rustled through the trees, whispering secrets known only to the day. Lyra closed her eyes, allowing the cool breeze to brush against her fur, the touch like a gentle caress against her sorrow-stricken heart.

I whispered, voice trembling as tears blurred my vision, each word soaked in the ache of everything I’d lost—and still hoped to fix. His warning cut through me like ice. “You know I don’t give second chances. If I see red flags, I’m out.” Each word wasn’t just a warning—it was a verdict hanging over me, slicing deeper than any wound. I swallowed hard, the weight of those words crushing my chest. I have to make him want to stay. I can’t lose him. Not after all this—never. Then, like a fragile thread holding me from breaking, his voice softened, trembling with something raw. “Don’t make me regret this.” It was almost breaking, and I could hear it—the vulnerability buried under his anger.

I stood there, frozen, watching even when the car was no longer in sight, overwhelmed by the ache of his absence, feeling utterly abandoned. Even when the road became empty again. He is gone. Jay is gone.

I wiped away my tears and opened the dashcam viewing app. It was something Sienna had downloaded on my phone to ease my mind. I trusted her back then, so I never bothered to check it. The screen loaded, showing the real-time feed. The interior of the car was dim, but the audio was crystal clear. "Sienna, this song is so good. How about we make it our song?" "Sure, you're the boss." Then came the rustle of clothes, followed by a chorus of nauseating gasps.

She stood on stage, looking at us and saying she wanted to thank us for our help. Then, she sang a song, its melody soft and its lyrics sorrowful, with every word filled with unrequited love and overflowing with her feelings for Adrian. In their world, it felt like I was the one who was the homewrecker instead. The crowd cheered, and Rosalind smiled as she sat down at our booth. Adrian was excitedly teaching me how to drink tequila. Rosalind stroked her belly and smiled smugly. "Adrian used to drink very little, you know. I was the one who taught him how to enjoy tequila," she said.