Novel & Cerita Memento Mori Poem

And yet, she probably never would have thought that she would be tortured within an inch of her life with cuts, scars, and bruises all over her body to show for it. The more she thought about her past, the harder she found it to breathe because of the pain she was feeling. She took another deep breath and tried to calm herself down. She didn't want Oliver to see her losing her composure. She didn't want this side of her to accidentally trigger him either. "You should drill it into your head that there's absolutely nothing to reminisce about between you and me!" Madeline exclaimed. "I can only think of all the terrible things that you and Annabelle have done and said to me whenever I look at

"If I’m still alive, then it can’t be that bad!” Aunt laughed and said, "Summer, you're going to live a very long life!" The surgery had gone really well. The doctor said I might lose some memories, but I still recognized everyone I had seen so far. Even though I sometimes felt like I had forgotten some things, I did not really want to remember them anyway. In fact, I thought forgetting might make me even happier. Once I was out of danger, I moved to a regular room. With Aunt looking after me, I started feeling better really fast.

His pupils contracted in terror. "What are you trying to do–" I was faster. After all, I had rehearsed this moment in my mind countless times over the past ten years. The needle plunged into his neck. Before he could finish speaking, his body went limp and collapsed to the ground. Calmly, methodically, I put on a pair of gloves and dragged him toward my car. A few years ago, I had moved my brother's grave. I chose the most remote corner of the cemetery, right beside a secluded side gate.

As he looked at my photo, his vision blurred. At that moment, I floated beside him, my heart at peace. I even saw Juliette's gaze darken as she turned away quietly. Under the countless spotlights, she pulled off the white cloth to reveal a grotesque, eerie painting. It depicted a burned woman staring blankly into the distance. Her expression of agony and despair drew everyone's attention. It was undoubtedly an unmatched work of art. Juliette turned to look at the painting. "This piece is dedicated to my dearest sister."

“And he took the sound with him.” That was when Solenne realized: even unity could grieve. --- Afterward, Mira held her daughter tightly. > “You’re shaking.” “They felt it,” Solenne whispered. “All of them. The loss rippled through the network.” “Then they’ll learn what it means to mourn.” “But mourning means remembering,” she said softly, “and memory makes gods.” --- Outside, the sea pulsed once— not in fury, but in sorrow. A heartbeat large enough to cradle the world.

She sighs in contentment; she never imagined seeing it again. She had never expected to have her senses back. She was contemplating whether she should be thankful or not. A peony is in her hand. She held the stem gently and twirled it in place. "So beautiful, yet so delicate." ~Just like you.~ "Yeah, maybe. I have reaped it, and now it's mine to keep." ~You can't keep that forever. It will wither.~ "We are not immortal. Of course we'll die." ~You know, that's not what I meant.~

The thought of having slept with two brothers in the space of 24 hours made her want to kill herself in shame. "If you don't have proof of what you're accusing me of then I will advise you to please shut the fuck up because you're not the only one suffering here. My self-esteem is already suffering and my integrity is also at stake." Henry said. "Do you remember anything about last night? If you do, then tell me, I want to know. Do you have any memories of me forcing myself on you?" He asked. Vanessa burst into another round of tears. Just like Henry had told her, she also could not remember anything. Her head was blank. She couldn't even remember being alone with Henry after Laurel and Dari

“Yes, if the rain does not stop until noon, we just have a closing ceremony then go home. That's what I heard.” “Hear from where?” Debbie is curious how others can know such things. Though if Debbie had paid a little attention to her surroundings, she would also have been able to know like the others. “The mentor gave orders to the senior." Amy replied innocently. Debbie took a deep breath. “Our memories are full of General rainwater...” Lamented, the rain that fell only made her spirit overflow. “Dude, what can we do?”

"I think not." "Memento mori." Remember your mortality. He declared and he saw the brat's eyes widen; there was no question that they were on equal grounds in terms of prowess though their abilities and strengths differed however the one crux the brat probably never bothered to think upon was that he was immortal and therefore much, much harder to kill as compared to a mortal. "Maranasati." Remember death.