Lost One Weeping Novels & Stories

Tears started flowing from my eyes like a river. I’m ….. I’m sorry mom. I’m sorry. I lost everything. I lost you. I lost dad. I lost everything. I’m alone. I’m lonely mom. I’m too lonely.

I can't do this anymore! I can't watch her slowly dwindle away just like her! If she only knew how my heart breaks into pieces everytime my eyes lay upon her. Seeing the light leaving her beautiful eyes. The vibrant artic blue that was once there, now fading into a smokey navy blue. Everything is happening the same way it did with her. I can't stay with her and watch as history repeats itself! I won't stand by and watch another person I love more then anything in this world be taken away from me again!

I can't live like this it's not even been 2 days and I already feel my eyes dried up from all the crying. I picked up my phone and saw it was a message from Branden. "I'm sorry Diana... Don't shut me out I can't stand it, I'm sorry I couldn't love you I really wish I could" I dropped my phone and shut my eyes, reading that message made me feel glum and more sorrowful than I already was but I had no choice but to accept my fate.

Behind me, Hunter whispered, "it’s me.” “You are at Purple Gardens. Remember where you are," I said. Her eyes remained on mine. Her breathing slowed slightly. A tear slipped down her cheek. I stopped several feet away, but close enough. Her mouth moved. For several seconds, nothing came out. Then— "I will not go," it was quieter this time. I nodded. "Then don't,” I stated and caught her before her knees buckled and she hit the floor.

Pov. Amber I hop off my motorcycle and whip my helmet off, I look around the school parking lot to see the group that I spotted when I rolled in, staring at me. One of the men really catches my attention. He has to be about six foot six, he has jet black hair and cold gray eyes. He’s leaning on a 1969 black Impala. Out of nowhere some chick in a cheerleading outfit pops up in front of me. “Hi I’m Josephina!” She yells at me in one of those peppy voices you would hear in one of the “Bring It On: movies.

"But he is a damn loser! He suddenly disappeared without saying his goodbye to me. He just suddenly left me. Then I felt betrayed by the only person I trusted, the only person who listened to my whining and the person who told me to fight. The following years just got heavier and heavier. Although I did have a boyfriend but he cheated on me when I needed him most. He said something like he can't save me. I didn't really need saving then, I just wanted support since my relatives kept bringing me down. They're not even looking for me." William regret asking about that. He looks at her, she was gazing straight at him, eyes drowned with her tears. He reached for her, letting her cry in his chest

Killian didn’t leave things unfinished. The shaking came back worse once they were gone. I curled my knees up to my chest as best I could, wrapping my arms around them, trying to hold in whatever warmth was left in my body. It didn’t help. Tears started then, silent and hot against my cold cheeks. I didn’t sob. I never made noise. I just let them fall, dripping onto the rotten floorboards and mixing with the rainwater that had pooled there. My shoulders jerked with each breath. I pressed my face into my muddy sleeve and cried for everything I had lost in the last year—my old life, my mother’s memory, the tiny hope I had carried that maybe one day I could be free. It was gone now. All of it.

I swallowed thickly, every word hitting harder than the last. “So much time was stolen from us,” Elowen said, her voice cracking. “Years we’ll never get back. But we’re here now. And we’re not going to run anymore.” Dain pulled her tighter, and Seraphina walked over to wrap Deanna in a hug. I stood there in the center of it all—my heart full and aching. So many lost threads were weaving themselves back into our lives. So many stories stitched with pain and hope. And yet, I could feel the storm growing at the edge of it all.

Her heartbeat felt like a drum that was constantly beating, creating a tragic rhythm that accompanied her downward spiral. Tears spilled from Selena's eyes, leaving a trail of pain on her pale cheeks. Each of her cries seemed to be the lyrics of a song of endless sorrow. Her drooping body on the bed became a silent witness to the feelings of devastation and heartbreak she experienced. Selena felt her world spinning slowly in this weakened state as if time shared her pain. She felt lost, not only in the sense of losing something tangible but also a part of herself.

On my eighteenth birthday, I received a Wishing Willow. My father and mother were beside themselves with excitement. They wanted to wish for my dead sister Chloe to return to this world. My face went pale. I pointed at the rules printed on the packaging. "According to the rules, making a wish requires an equal exchange of value..." But they just scolded me, dissatisfied. "If Chloe hadn't died, you never would have been born." "You've been living in your sister's room all these years, using everything that was hers. You owe her." Even my fiancé Damian took my hand and said: "I looked into the Wishing Willow. The cost won't be that great." "Chloe and I grew up together. She's your sis