Novel & Cerita Love Letters For The Dead

The last time I checked, Maisie Illeana, the one I loved and lived for was in a critical position after too much exposure to the sun. As we waited, one tall, thin doctor walked up to us. His veins were popping out. He took a deep breath and opened his mouth to speak, "I'm sorry -" ** And that, my dear friends is how fate chose neither of the options, "love or live," for how could I live after all I'd passed and how could I love after how life had dealt with me. But besides all this, my father smiled and if that wasn't queer, I don't know what is.

I watched my brothers, their tears unending, their sobs a constant echo in the empty house. Memories of my previous life haunted me. They had been so eager to play in the pouring rain, only to be claimed by a tragic accident. My parents had tricked me into signing an organ donor consent form back then. I was too young and naive to question their motives. When I died, my heart saved the older twin, and my corneas gave sight to the younger. As they played, innocent and unaware, I could not help but wonder if fate would cruelly repeat itself.

The letter was written in elegant handwriting. "Xavier, I would have left Tirion by the time you read this letter. Please don't look for me. I beg you. We both know there's no love between us, so why make each other miserable? You didn't love me. For that, I don't hate or blame you. I know I had gotten the wrong person." Gotten the wrong person? What did she mean by that? Xavier's hands trembled as he held the letter.

"Colleen, I'm sorry. I misunderstood you. You're the pure, innocent one. Please forgive me. I'll give you the house and all my assets. I've locked Rosalind up. I just want the baby she's carrying. Once she delivers, I'll deal with her and avenge you." I chuckled coldly. "Adrian, I'm only picking up to tell you that you're like a piece of chewed-up gum stuck to my shoe—absolutely disgusting. Ever since I found out about you and Rosalind, I never had any intention of forgiving you. Give it up." I hung up and turned off my phone. A few days later, I saw videos online of Thomas and Juliet begging me to come back. They held up Adrian's haggard photos, apologizing everywhere. "Colleen, it was our

he sneered. Zoey thought about it and found that it wasn’t entirely true. "Because the contract is expiring," she said. What's more, she did not love him anymore. No matter how much she loved him, her love would dwindle until nothing was left. She could not live forever, miserably holding on to those pathetic memories. Only then did she realize how painful it was. She said softly, "It's because I don't love you anymore." Her voice was a whisper, but Laurence heard every word clearly.

“About your past lover. A dead man. Your grandfather killed him because you two ran away together when you were eighteen.” She bit her tongue from lashing out. To yell at his face that he will never take Ethan’s place. This man can have the world, but not her and definitely not her heart that still yearned for a man who isn’t Vincenzo Salvatore. “I still love him, even if he is no more. He has my heart and I won’t let another man have it.” He let out a deep, blood-chilling laugh. “You’re being absurd. There is no point in being loyal to a dead lover. Move on.” His ridiculing advice was like a smack on the face. It stung, leaving an ugly mark somewhere deep within her.

The day before she died. "Tomorrow I die. I can feel it. The Absolute will come. Will tempt me. Will offer relief. And I'll refuse. I'll stay Aurora. I'll die myself. And you'll remember. Somehow. Eventually. Maybe. And if you do, know this: I loved you. All of you. Every day. Every midnight. Every forgetting. I loved you. Freely. Willingly. Completely. That was real. That mattered. That was enough. Goodbye, my loves. Remember me. Not with guilt. With joy. With gratitude. With love. I was Aurora. I stayed Aurora. I died Aurora. Remember Aurora. Always. Day one thousand nine hundred ninety-nine. The last day. The final entry. The ending. But also the forever. Because love doesn't end. Even wh

"Honey, do you want some soup? I just want to thank you for taking care of Tasha and me for the past seven years. I know it wasn't easy. Now, I can finally stand again. Don't worry. From now on, I'll love you with my whole life." If I had heard this before, I would have been moved to tears. Now, all I felt was a sharp, bitter ache and deep irony. Her act was flawless. For a moment, I almost believed the Aurelian conversation earlier had been nothing but my imagination.

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.

It was suffocating and beautiful all at once. I walked to the desk. Letters were scattered across the surface. I picked one up. The handwriting was old. Elegant. The ink was faded with age, but the words were still clear. Still sharp. Still full of love. A love that had outlived death. A love that had transcended time. A love that had been passed down like an heirloom. My dearest son,