Love And Loss Novels & Stories

🌹Damien🌹 I remember the first time I realized that love was a rare commodity in our home. I was barely six years old, sitting at the long mahogany table in our grand dining room, the clatter of fine china echoing in a silence that spoke louder than any conversation. My father, Bryan Reynolds, sat at the head of the table—always impeccably dressed, his face set in a mask of stern authority—and my mother, whose laughter I once hoped would fill our home, was absent that day. I later learned that her presence was like a gentle warmth, something that made even the coldest mornings bearable. But in those early years, all I felt was the chill of my father’s disapproval, the heavy expectation that

Just enough to let him take the weight of her grief for one single heartbeat. Adrian didn’t move. He didn't take advantage of the contact or try to pull her closer. He simply stood like a pillar, letting her have that second of borrowed strength. Sometimes, love wasn't about the conquest; it was about holding perfectly still while the other person survived. It lasted only a few seconds, but it was long enough to change the air. Lydia felt his warmth, the steady beat of his heart through his ruined shirt, and the dangerous familiarity of his protection. Suddenly, the reality of it hit her like a bucket of ice water.

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.

I was close to tears at this point due to this unnecessary agitation but Francis merely rubbed my shoulder. "Zannicus," He bopped his head with mine, "it's because you suffered loss." "Huh?" I blinked. "Loss is considered to the cost of love. There is no need for dramatics or clarification as well as the need to elaborate that loss doesn't immediately equate to someone who died. Seth was your first love; you care about someone so much, and invested your life in them only for it to end."

"I don't know what to think about it. I'm broken by all of it, but I just have it tucked away in this part of my heart that I keep under lock and key, you know?" "Yeah, I totally get that. Every disappointment. Every fuck up and failure. Every loss I've ever had is behind the same type of door." I ran my fingers down the side of her face and took a shaky breath. This is what love felt like. Exhilarating and scary as hell. Clayton throwing me to the sharks almost sounded like a joy ride compared to the thought of loving and losing the woman in front of me. "It's the only way I know to keep moving forward and not giving the fuck up."

Then I slowly reached for my employee badge, my name tag gleaming faintly under the morning sun Aria Quinn- Project developer I tightened my fingers around it then I pulled it off and dropped it into the trash bin by the entrance . Then at that moment something finally broke and harden in me. Love was a luxury currency i could no longer afford -Trust was a currency i’d never spend again.

Sal couldn't keep the billions of thoughts coursing through his head from crashing against each other like immense waves of the Pacific contending for the most superior. What if he had come to kill his mum? He could do that in mere seconds. Or maybe he really did have a loved one, but was meeting him or rather, bumping into him a coincidence? Besides his aura was too noxious for him to love or have a family. How could he be capable of loving when he'd literally machinated with other sick fellows into making Sal blow off a part of Future Tech?

Hesitantly Devlin let go of her weak hand and with a last sorrowful glance at her face, he left the room without his heart. Behind the closed door, Devlin shut his eyes painfully, and leaned his head back against it, while his world broke into pieces. Finally one tear escaped from his eyes and rolled down his cheek. Behind the door, on the hospital's bed, one tear also escaped from Sarah's eyes, silently and achingly, while breaking and tearing her world apart. Love is a strange virus, they both learned with despair. It strikes where one doesn't expect it and vanishes before one even has the chance to understand it.

is the only thing I said before running out from my wing ******************************* Love is another name of patience. If you love someone then don't give up easily but if the person have a valid reason to reject you then don't waste your and the person's time and Fellings. **************************

The maid nodded and walked away. Preta sighed. Dave sprang to his feet, "what did you do that for? Why scream at the maid the meal is pretty good, it did not taste bland to me." He argued. "It did to me." "Are you being serious?" "Nine solid years, our daughter Lily is still not with us. I keep waiting and hoping patiently that I will get to see her and hold her in my arms, " tears rolled down her eyes, "but all because of that evil witch, Ana we can't. Who knows how our daughter is doing? If she is okay or sick? Could she be hungry?"