Lost One Weeping Novels & Stories

MARIO's POV (2brother) Our kitten has went through so much, i feel so guilty that i was never able to protect her, we all were devastated when she left or was kidnapped. Mom used to cry so much, dad went to all ballistic mode, Lorenzo got himself into business, twins went into bad boy mode, Anthony started street racing, Grayson shut himself in his room and did god knows what and i was trying to be sane for everyone but already everyone went into dark mode , Our cousins,grandpa, grandma , uncles, aunts all love Klara a lot, everyone was devastated.

Leo, his eyes filled with gratitude for the stranger's empathy, replied, "I'm Leo. I've lost someone very dear to me, and the pain is unbearable." Dane nodded with understanding, her eyes reflecting a depth of compassion. "Loss is a burden we must all carry in our lives, Leo. But in our shared sorrow, we can find strength and hope." As Leo and Dane spoke, they discovered a common bond in their shared experiences of grief and longing. Dane had also lost a loved one, and the river had become a place of solace for her, a place where she could release her emotions and find healing in the tranquility of the water.

They had been waiting for him to awake when a nurse come to examine him only for her to declare to their utter disbelief that she was sorry they had lost their loved one. Her eyes misted over and she felt a tear slide down her. Then another followed from the other eye and another and another. They were tears of wrenching agony. A sob escaped from her throat, drawing her mother’s attention. The mother had seen the wounded look on Becky’s face and had tried without much success to console her. “Stop crying,” she had said. “I know how this is hurting but you can’t keep crying like this.”

Our mouth moving, but I can't feel it. "Yes! Hetty! I'm here!" Our view turns watery as tears form in our eyes but it can't sense it. "I can't do this without you, Honour. I can't be here anymore and I can't get out without your help." She can't hear me. An innumerable amount of curses race through my thoughts as Hetty continues to sob. "Hetty? Is that you?" Evie's voice floats through the air. I see the tips of our fingers briefly as Hetty wipes the tears from our cheeks.

Nara was overjoyed. They cleared out the rest of the sale. Then the three of us rode a motorcycle home. A pair of sharp black eyes, observing the three of them from afar. "Who is that man?" he asked himself.

Grief. My heart was grieving. Grieving with a sense of loss. That was when I heard a baby crying. That sound penetrated my ears, lifting all the fog, bringing me back to my senses. ~~~~~~~~~~~~

His translucent-self seemed to fade into his temporal body, and then he was gone. Silence reigned. I waited to see if any other visions would appear. After a long moment, all remained still. Inhaling, I let the breath out slowly and approached Noah's mother. Once again, I knelt down in honor. Inadequate, to be sure, sentiment could never replace what she had lost but words from my heart were all I had to give. Abruptly, I found myself surrounded by not only Noah's family, but also Trion's and Dorian's. Dorian's father dropped to his knees with me, his large hand clutching my arm. Several family members gripped my shoulders. I couldn't see through the tears falling from my eyes but I heard th

After giving orders, he drove himself to every place we had ever been together. The bar where we used to drink, the viewing platform by the river, the hilltop where we watched the sunset. Every place held our memories, and none of them held me. I had vanished into thin air. Dante leaned against his car and lit a cigarette, his eyes full of exhaustion and despair. He knew I had truly given up on him. He pulled out a backup phone and sent me message after message, each one filled with remorse. “Cara, I am sorry. I was wrong.

He blinks once, twice, then looks at Dawn and stays like that—forever. A low whine escapes Dawn’s lips, soft at first, then growing into something raw and animalistic. I crumble into her, wrapping her in my arms as she rocks back and forth, clutching Andre’s lifeless body. My heart heaves under the weight of losing him—again. The second loss is sharper, more final, carving itself into my soul like a jagged wound that will never heal. We sob together, our grief merging into the cold, empty night. Time stretches and warps until I finally notice the world around us again.

Vince whispered, his voice cracking as he stumbled back, shaking violently. Corey pressed his forehead against Selene’s, his tears falling onto her lifeless face. “You were the only one who saw through me, who stayed even when I pushed you away… and now…” His voice dissolved into sobs, raw and unrestrained, echoing down the empty road. Even Bruno couldn’t hold it in. He turned away, fists clenched, jaw shaking. --- The sky seemed to mourn with them—gray, heavy clouds hanging low as the cold wind swept through the cemetery. The few who had dared to stand by her grave whispered among themselves, shocked that the mysterious, fiery Selene had been taken so cruelly.