Lost One Weeping Novels & Stories

His eyes were bloodshot, as if the weight of the world had settled on him. What surprised me even more was that he wasn't accompanied by Esme but by a male assistant. Nevertheless, it no longer mattered to me. "Yes, I am," I answered. Turning to Roscoe, I smiled sweetly. "I found the right person." "That's good to hear." Benji's face drained of all color as he staggered away. I watched him walk toward his car, his lonely figure disappearing from view. It felt as though the five years of my time was gone with him, never to return.

I miss him, I won’t lie but I hate him for leaving us. We were supposed to elope together, we were supposed to live happily ever after but yet I remembered that day like it was yesterday, me patiently waiting for him by the old Rogers Bridge hoping and believing I would see my lover so we could go live our dreams and so I can also tell him the good news that I was pregnant but sadly Micheal never came. A tear slipped from my eyes but I wiped it away as soon as possible, I had made a promise never to cry over him again. Jada had his emerald green eyes, Jasmine had his curly hair.

Tears streamed down my cheeks, pooling onto his still body as I clung to the hope that somehow, he could hear me. But the stillness remained, and the silence swallowed my cries. I could feel the darkness creeping in, threatening to engulf me. With every breath, I felt the weight of my despair settle deeper into my bones. The loss was a gaping wound, raw and festering, and no amount of longing could mend it.

Still, as long as she did not cause trouble, I could let it go. Victor met my eyes, as if he wanted to say something. I ignored him, placed the white chrysanthemum in front of my father's headstone, and began to give a careful account of the family's business and losses over the past year. When I spoke of the men we had lost to the Vitali family, my eyes stung. The sky hung low and heavy. Snow fell without pause, making the cemetery feel even more solemn and desolate. Guilt weighed on me. I had failed to protect them. They had died for nothing.

"Sit with me. Five minutes." "I don't have five minutes. I have debate prep." "You have five minutes." He sat down on the steps, pulling her down beside him. Their shoulders touched. He didn't move away. "Tell me about the chapel." Mira stared at the doors. Heavy oak. Worn brass handles. She had sat here a few times. She knew the because she had counted every time she cried after a loss. "After Nationals freshman year," she said quietly. "I lost to a girl from Harvard. First loss of my college career. I sat here for three hours because I didn't want to go back to my dorm and cry to my mom."

On the floor, half-hidden under a piece of fallen metal, was a single smear of dark red. Blood. Fresh. Zane’s. My heart dropped. “No,” I whispered, the word cracking in half. “No, no, no—” He couldn’t be gone. Not like this. Not again. Losing him once had shattered me. The idea of losing him twice—of losing him forever—was a pain that sank its claws into my ribs. But there was nobody. No trail. Just emptiness. And emptiness was worse than death — it meant someone had taken him… or he’d chosen to disappear.

In that moment, the years I'd buried away came flooding back—years of being alone, of surviving without parents, of losing my wolf in that terrible accident. If it weren't for Constance and Cassian, who had shielded me all these years, I might have been destroyed long ago. The realization made my throat tighten painfully. I couldn't hold back anymore. I threw my arms around Cassian, burying my face in his shoulder, and sobbed. Once the tears started, I couldn't stop. All I could think about was the endless ache I'd been carrying, the kind that no amount of silence could heal. The car was still and quiet, filled only with the sound of my crying.

That the language of the pain of losing someone they know a daughter, sister, friend, and lover who has been swept away by a gust of cold wind. All the mourners present could feel the whispering, and their tears became uncontrollable. At the side of the grave, Olivia and her mother wept as they mourned Evie's which had begun to merge with the ground. If only they could exchange what they had with Evie, they would give everything as long as Evie could come back. Olivia and her mother hoped that Evie would knock from inside her coffin and tell them she wasn't dead, but until the coffin hit the ground, there was no knocking sound from Evie's coffin.

My hands are shaking as I held a blade over my pulse. My palms are sweaty and cold, tears stream from my eyes as the past events in my life unfold before me. I watch my life rewind with an emotionless stare as all I feel now is that I am so lost. Hopeless. Sad. Alone.

“Fenrer, what’s happening?” He didn’t answer though. His wails continued, as if he was in desperate need of help. But I had no idea what was going on. It felt like his voice were getting distant, as if he was moving far away. Then suddenly, I could no longer hear him. There was nothing at all. “Fenrer, answer me! I’m losing you!” But there was still no answer. Nothing. I could not feel his connection nor his bond. And I began to worry.