Love And Death Novels & Stories

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A strong point and drive that will keep a man going on, but the same time, it is the weakest point that will leads him to death. “A little love, too much love. The love that can kill.” Winona ended the song with that whispering voice and words. Just then Carlos who now doesn’t need for her request to play the past once more, he turns the key of time himself and presented Winona the next dread from the past. “IF I DIE, WOULD YOU BE THERE FOR ME, EMIE?”

DEATH; DEATH IS an enchantress. Whether you’re young or old; rich or poor; there will come a day when be ensnared by it and succumb to the grave, eventually. The love could’ve been looming over your cotton-soft heart since your birth, or an acquired intimacy for it one day while sat in the wool; for as long as one had as ever trod shoe-leather.

Sadness was drawn on his face, too, just like the others. I nodded. “Yeah, I think so. I can't still get over Lotus' death. It was too sudden,” I told him in low voice. “No one is ready for it. I, too, can’t accept his lost. However, that’s death. Just like love, it comes in a very unexpected moment. They are like thiefs in the night,” he meaningfully said, incorporating his own concept of love. And it's a bit dark, huh. Who on Caelum Academy compared love to death? It's only Raid. However, he has a point.

That sounds fair enough. "You're right my idea of the concept are completely different from yours, but yours has helped to enlighten me even more. See, I believe that life is what you make of it, and you can make it good or bad and you say it's filled with memories and that is one of the major things that make life. Love for me is the few gifts of life and sadly not everyone gets a shot at it and if you're fortunate to get a chance, make the most of it. Love like you said is an amazing feeling and it makes life worth living and if you find love, fight for it and never let it go 'cause when you do there is nothing to live for. I've had death around me since I was a child and you are right the

I stood by the entrance so long an elderly woman nearby asked, "Young man, who are you looking for?" When I said Unit 202, her face lit up. "Oh, that family! They're so in love. They invited the whole building to their wedding. The other day, Ryan had a stomachache, and his wife rushed right over from a meeting. She was worried sick." The more she spoke, the more animated she became. Just then, the door opened. "Ryan Murphy, right? Let's talk." I stepped inside and shut the door behind me. But there, in the foyer, more evidence of their love story greeted me. Travel photos of the two of them hung everywhere.

"Mark, I haven't been happy since I married you! Not a single day! You heartless animal! The only person I love is Alex! If it weren't for you, we would've been together long ago! Even if we die, we'll die together!" I simply smiled faintly and said, "Then, I wish you two star-crossed lovers would die in each other's embrace." After that, I applied for an extended leave and boarded a flight to Marivo for a vacation. The pain this relationship left behind was deeper than I could have imagined. After briefly saying goodbye to friends and family, I set off for that distant island nation, hoping the vast ocean and quiet beauty would slowly mend my wounded heart. A year later, I returned to the c

The once prideful lawyer was reduced to a poor shell of a man begging for scraps of love. I backed off, evading his touch. "I love law and justice. I love the version of Christopher Lutherson who'd fight for justice in courts, but you killed him with your own hands." My voice was quiet, yet my words were deadly. Then, I opened the door and pointed at the inky, stormy night outside. "Scram. If there's one wish I want to see granted, it's for you to disappear from my sight." Christopher raised his head. His face was covered in tears, and whatever light had once remained in his eyes was gone.

Asked a student. Turning to the class, I couldn't help but notice William's eyes seemed far away, as if he was thinking back to that time. "It has been told to us in many different stories. Some say that his love was beside herself with the tragedy of the Lord's passing. Another says it was stolen and sold for a high price. The real reason is still unknown to us, and I feel we will sadly never know."

I don’t know when this feeling happened. This overwhelming sense of dread for what’s to come next. I don’t know if it was when I lost my family. Or my best friend. Or myself. I find myself in the worst place possible now, and the only person that can help me is him. He, who tore my whole life apart in a matter of seconds. He, who played with the strings of my fate and has now trapped me in a life with only one path left. He, who must also die. And he will take me with him.