Love Me Dead Song Novels & Stories

{I think about us. I think about the way we laugh without reason. {I think about us, girl.} There will be no more lies. Somebody tell me why I feel like I'm dying. Lord, what's come over me? Oo, baby, I can't wait. You see I can't stop loving you. I can't help myself. I can't get over you. No matter what I tell myself I can't stop loving you, girl, no matter how hard I try And I can't get over you. And I don't know why.

Or was there a misunderstanding? "Aren't you happy that he's dead?" Nicholas asked, hoping to get an answer from her. "Why should I be happy? How could I be happy? Who will I hate if he dies?" This was the first time Nicholas had seen his mother cry in front of him. She had been such a cold and heartless woman, but now that she had opened her heart to him, she was full of deep emotions. If it weren't for her deep love for his father, how could she have been driven to madness and become angry with him at such a young age? If it weren't for her deep love for him, how could she only see what she did in the past today?

I could not tell whether it was true or not, but I found it boring, so I left. My soul was getting lighter, and I had a feeling that I was about to leave. During my final moments on Earth, I went to my parents’ graves. As I sat down in front of their graves, I started talking. “If I get another chance at life, I hope that I can be with someone who loves me, just like how I loved Xander. “I wonder if I’ll still have the chance to meet you, Dad, Mom.” I subconsciously stroked my belly. I once had a precious treasure inside.

"Hello, everyone. I'm Madison Griffin." Madison calmly recounted her experiences over the years. She mentioned that her work had been plagiarized and stolen and that she had been forced to abandon her lifelong dreams. She described how her family only prepared gifts for Juliette every Christmas. She also shared her inner feelings as she was discarded by her lover, consumed by the raging fire, and pushed to the brink of death. "The flames tore at my skin," she said. "In that moment, I wanted to die. But then I thought, why should it be me? Fortunately, I was given one more chance. Though it was only for a month, it was enough."

But I still carved out time to come home and cook a whole table of her favorite dishes. The food had gone cold. She hadn't even looked at it. Seven applications. Seven cancellations. Every time, a different excuse. Last-minute business trip. Bad mood. Terrible weather. I let out a bitter laugh. At last, I could no longer deceive myself with the comforting lie that ordinary and uneventful was the truest form of love. My phone buzzed with a message from my assistant. [His name is Ryan Zhou. Unit 202, Building X, Riverside Garden.]

When she sang, she couldn't pretend. The song was one she'd written on a napkin during her break at the diner last Tuesday. Melody first, words after. About her mother. About how the apartment smelled like her lotion for three months after she died, and how Elena used to press her face into the couch cushions just to breathe her in. Until one morning the smell was gone and she'd screamed into the fabric so hard her throat bled raw. She didn't put all that in the lyrics. Not directly. But it was there underneath, the way a bruise lives under skin.

Moonlight poured in, sharp and cold. I stared at the old bloodstain in the corner. Then I knew. Teeth clenched, eyes shut, I launched myself forward. Bang. Pain tore through me. Everything went dark. If there's an afterlife... If I ever get another shot— I'll treat Nyara right. But I knew. She'd never forgive me. Whatever we had? It was already ashes.

She rested her head against his fur. “Tomorrow I sing again,” she murmured, “but the song will carry your name.” Beyond the cliffs, wind keened over frozen river and torn banners. Somewhere in Moonfang keep, perhaps Dylan jolted awake, feeling loss without knowing why. She closed swollen eyes. *Bend, not break,* she repeated in the dark—until the words turned to lullaby and grief drifted into fragile sleep. ---

I think I love him. Fuck! I'm fucking dead!

You made me believe that real love does exist and that healing was possible. I love you til my dying breath. I love you from this world to the real world. I love you til the ends of the Earth. I will love you until the last star dies in the sky. Forever Yours, Merry SONG USED FOR THIS CHAPTER: Two by Sleeping At Last