Mourning End Part 1 Novels & Stories

Jasper Eaton decides to ditch me at the altar just so he can meet up with Wendy Klein, his ex-girlfriend who abandoned him when he almost got crippled five years ago. All the guests are stunned, to say the least. I can only tug at Jasper's hem of his shirt while trying very hard to keep my expression intact. "Can you please stay with me now?" Mixed feelings cross his eyes, but he soon wrenches my hand off him, finger by finger. At the same time, he shakes his head. "I'm sorry, but I must go now. I need to ask Wendy why she was so heartless to me back then." Amid the crowd's shocked gasps and murmurs, Jasper leaves without even looking back. My dad, who has a bad heart, trembles violent

I ask him as tears fill my eyes. "A life for a life," Faris moans painfully. "Take care of my child." Endora is frozen in shock as she looks at Faris’s lifeless body beside mine. Now is my chance, I think to myself, but once again, I am too late. A beam of light hits Endora in the chest, and she falls to the ground. I look over my shoulder and see my mother with her hands held in front of her and tears streaming down her face.

POV: ELISABETH My body still throbbed with pain, echoing the overwhelming impact of what had happened. The relief of knowing Greg was alive, fighting to recover, barely dissipated the anguish consuming me. As I put on the black mourning clothes, my reflection in the mirror revealed a profound sadness, where the eyes of that little girl who had lost her parents so long ago resurfaced in my gaze. My only family, my entire world, and my best friend, mother, and confidante had left without me being there to comfort her in her most frightening moment. The guilt for not being by her side tore at my heart. The most important person in my life was taken from me, leaving an unbearable void, an overwh

Far away from her past traumas. "Yes!" The End

Like an answered prayer, yet my end. I turned to Dontrell, whispering, “Excuse me.” He nodded, pressing a kiss to my forehead. His eyes were red-rimmed, the result of too many stolen moments spent crying where no one could see. I stepped away from the gathering, walking past the rows of mourners until I reached the back, where Doris stood. Tears streaked her face. I grabbed her wrist, pulling her with me as we walked further away, past the parked cars, until we reached the shadow of a vehicle.

I hissed. He frowned, his tone almost pleading. "I swear, this is the last time. I know you're hurting over Gail, so I'm postponing the wedding. We'll give her a proper funeral. If you want to say goodbye, stop fighting me." "Where is she?" I demanded, my voice cracking. He seized my hand, his smile smug when I didn't pull away. But as he led me out, he stopped dead. In the hall, before Gail's memorial shrine, a crowd danced under flashing lights to a thumping beat. Her photo lay crushed under Lori's stiletto, warped beyond recognition.

".. death." -END OF FLASHBACK-

She mourns not only the loss of his physical presence but also the dreams they had woven together, now left unfulfilled. As the mourning day unfolds, Nora's heartache remains raw and all-consuming. Her thoughts continue to revolve around Terry, and she struggles to find a glimmer of hope amidst the overwhelming sadness. The once bright and joyous day has been transformed into a somber reminder of the fragility of life, leaving Nora to navigate the depths of her grief and search for a way to heal her shattered heart. Miranda, consumed by grief and sorrow, finds herself unable to contain her emotions any longer. She is seated on a sofa, her body wracked with tears that flow endlessly. The weig

“Farewell, Xavier.” END

Team A will be coming with us, Dusty driver our car, and the other team with Arethusa inside will be following from behind. We have arrived at the cemetery, the funeral already being held, and all of us stand in the further behind. I can see their daughter, crying with an elderly woman held her so tightly. They are both mourning for their loss, and my tears came down on my cheeks. I feel her on so many levels.