Romans & histoires Love After Death

Turning to look at the man I held onto, I was shocked to see a large red stain forming on his chest. Unable to stop the scream that fell from my lips, I stared at him in horror as his mouth opened and closed, unable to speak. Falling to the ground with a loud thud, the man groaned before I dropped to my knees and applied pressure to the wound. "My love..." he whispered through gasps. Gently placing his bloodied hand on my cheek, I felt his thumb brush against my skin, leaving a cold, wet sensation in its wake. "My only love..."

That she was just tricked by the Yamato's team. Well, though the truth transpired it was too late now, Clench never regretted to be with her in death. Well, it seems that it was already written on the book of life, where the love story they once built and was broken into pieces, reconnected again, between the tragic of Love and Death.

"Good thing you didn't find it strange, two women getting married. I always thought you're a bit too traditional." "I suppose I am, but it is not strange." He shrugged. "Hellborns are free to love whoever they want." Kat smirked. "I didn't know Hellborns are capable of love." "Of course we are." He nudged her, making her giggle. "In fact, we only fall in love once, and it lasts for the rest of our lives." "All centuries of it?" "Yes. No do-overs. No finding another person. No falling out of love. We feel it once, and we already know for sure that it will be forever."

“Okay sis, I gotta go but I’ll talk to you soon. I love you.” “I love you too, Gage.” We hang up and I go straight to bed. I don’t bother changing my clothes. I wake up long enough the next two days to eat something and shower and change into a pair of sweat pants and a hoodie. On the third day, the day I leave, I call him one more time. “Hi, Jace, I promise this is the last time you’ll hear from me. I don’t want to ruin your happiness. I just wanted to let you know I’m going home today. I love you, forever. Bye.”

Entering his room he lastly look at his love's picture and closed the door sighed sadly. **********

“This doesn’t change your love for him. It doesn’t change what you had. You still carry him in your heart. Nothing and no one will ever change that. We do not have to go any further than this. This can all stop now, but you can’t live in your grief, Love. No more than you can hide from it.” “It’s just so hard.” “I read somewhere that grief is all the love you have for someone that you want to give them but cannot. That it gathers in the lumps in your throat, the tears in the corners of your eyes and the part of your chest that feels hollow. That all of those things are love with no place to go.” “That is beautifully perfect. Where did you read that?” “Somewhere on the internets. If I remembe

Since there’s no help, come let us kiss and part; Nay, I have done, you get no more of me, And I am glad, yea glad with all my heart That thus so cleanly I myself can free; Shake hands forever, cancel all our vows, And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain. Now at the last gasp of Love’s latest breath, When, his pulse failing, Passion speechless lies, When Faith is kneeling by his bed of death, And Innocence is closing up his eyes,

Love is complicated. TO BE CONTINUED

If I had answered her call, would she still be alive? Outside the car window, the night stretched on, endless and dark. I pulled over to the side of the road and dry-heaved uncontrollably. Tears blurred my vision. Pain crept up my ankles, and the late grief bent my spine. In this endless night, my soul was crushed again and again. Did keeping a promise to the dead even mean anything anymore? In my mind, I spoke to Cherry. "This world is unbearably cruel. I thought I could survive the darkness. But now that I've seen the light… I'm sorry, Cherry. I'm breaking my promise. Please forgive me when I see you there."

“I still remember the river, Dylan. You were half-frozen, and I held you until help came.” Dylan chuckled—low, warm, intimate. “I owe you my life, Caro. No title or ceremony could match what you already mean to me.” Ophelia’s feet rooted behind a laurel bush. *Please deny it…* Caroline’s tone turned teasing. “Then swear it tonight—before the council and the moon. Make me your Luna.” A heartbeat of silence. Then Dylan murmured, “You have always been the one I loved.” Ophelia pressed a hand to her mouth. The world tilted.