Love Letters To The Dead Ava Dellaira の小説・ストーリー

, Niyati warns her while showing anger in her eyes and voice to her. "You haven't given me any answer yet. Come on, I'm waiting. Let me understand the meaning of your silence that whatever I was saying is correct?", She asks him while moving her face a little closer to his and then back to its initial position. "Not at all, I was not speaking so that you don't feel bad but before you take any misinterpretation of my silence. I need to answer your question. Yes, it's true that I loved Aisha madly during our college days and wanted to marry her. But from the day she accepted Vihaan's proposal, my love also died there for her. After that, as if I had forgotten the meaning of the word love. But

"Lucas, I'm already dead! Why won't you take care of Tina? She can't sleep with a corpse! She'll get a shock!" However, nothing worked. He couldn't hear me at all. Also, I was dead, so there was no way for me to communicate with him through our mind link. Lucas turned angry again when he saw that I didn't move a single muscle. "Ava! Did you hear what I just said? I can overlook the fusses you made in the past, but this is our daughter! Can't you care for her better than this?" I screamed at the top of my lungs again. "I am dead! Lucas, I'm fucking dead! Please, for the love of God, look at my body! Look at me!"

Ava looked back at Elya. “Then I’ll carry it myself.” 10. Final Scene – The Fire and the Grave That night, Ava stood alone in the Temple of Stars. She lit five candles: One for Kael. One for Darius, who still hovered between life and death. One for the future. One for the timelines lost. One for the girl who now held them all. Elya joined her. “I can still feel him,” she whispered. Ava nodded. “So can I.” They stood in silence.

"She's not dead. No way. Eva, you're just trying to scare me. You're punishing me. Stop it, okay? It's all my fault. Just come back." He charged up the stairs and burst into the study. In the corner, the gift box still sat where Eva had left it. A handwritten note was taped on top. "Open in two weeks." His hands trembled as he peeled away the wrapping and lifted the lid. Inside was a familiar key to the RV—the one he had given her on their 100th day together. Back then, he had said, "If you ever get tired of all of this, take it and drive anywhere you want. If you ever come back, I'll still be here, waiting."

Just a simple platinum band with a single diamond and an engraving inside: To forever, no matter the storm. "You already gave me a ring," Ava whispered. "That was for our past. This is for our future." He slipped it onto her finger, and she leaned in to kiss him as stars shimmered above them. --- Delilah, alone in her room later that night, finished her investor presentation. She looked out the window, watching Liam and Emilia run across the lawn with sparklers. She reached into her drawer and pulled out a worn letter from her mother. It was the last letter she had received before her mother passed. She hadn’t opened it in years, too afraid of the emotions it might stir.

Raphael's eyes were fixed on her, his face pale with shock and horror. And then, in a voice that was barely above a whisper, Riezel dropped the final bombshell. "You know, Raphael, it's ironic. The woman you loved and lost, Delilah, is the same woman you love now, Ava. Isn't that funny?" The world around us seemed to freeze, the only sound the heavy breathing of the crowd, the only movement the slight tremble of Riezel's hands as she clutched the shotgun. Raphael's eyes were fixed on me, his face a mask of shock and confusion.

there's a letter. "i am going back to my mother. darlina. being still in love with you after you murdered my mother wasn't in my control. not living with such shame is. i love you. and i always will. all my wealth is now yours, be happy and take care of yourself. for me."

“oh well, I should really get that rest now.” I walked out of the kitchen and walked upstairs a little and tip toed down the stairs and leaned by the door to the kitchen. “i am very sure she is the one.” “she is dead. Respect that and stop.” “she could actually not be. You know this is the mafia. Anything is possible.” “Pablo, enough with this assumptions. How could he bring her here if he knew that she was his dead girlfriend?” “how about we tell him?” “tell him what exactly? That we think Ava is aria who died and was buried. And couldn’t seem to stay buried. So she came back from the dead with another name and totally different background.”

His tears are falling on my face, mixing with my own, and I want to tell him that it's okay, that I got what I came for, that Delinda is dead and Camilla and David are finally avenged. Instead, I whisper the only thing that matters. "I love you, Hunter." And then the darkness takes me.

"This is all my fault, Mom. I'm so sorry for dragging you into this mess." As I stared at Mom's photograph on the headstone, I couldn't shake the memory of five days ago when I'd brought Melissa here to meet her. A smile lit up my face as I held Melissa's hand. "Mom, I'm getting married. This is my fiancee, the woman I'll spend the rest of my life with." But Melissa kept her distance, not offering a single word of commitment. When she saw me talking to Mom's headstone, her voice was sharp with impatience.