Mourning End Part 1 Novels & Stories

Lines of sorrow etch his face, marking the passage of time spent mourning the departure of a beloved figure. There's a palpable heaviness in the air around him, an intangible shroud of grief that seems to envelop Lucas. His every gesture and expression tell a story of profound loss, painting him as someone navigating the intricate landscape of mourning, grappling with the absence left behind by his mother's passing. "Lili?" His voice rasped from behind me and it sent jolts of shivers down my spine. Shivers I hated because what the hell?

"With our finances? You think now is the time to have a kid? And I've told you before that I hate children! I don't want to have a baby with you!" Those words shattered the last bit of hope I had left. That New Year's Eve, the truck that came barreling toward us ended both our lives. In that instant, I felt no fear, only release. Now that we had both been reborn, we had also made our choices to stay away from each other. There was no reason to cling to the past. I pushed the check back toward her. "No need. I don't take things from strangers." She frowned, confused and a little offended. "Lucas, what do you mean? You think I'm a stranger?"

Shane climbed down and she forwarded the video from the time, she presumed the girls would have reached the club. The video started as they stared at the girls entering the club, and dancing excitedly. Everything seemed to be fine, until the blackout was recorded for over ten minutes, and when the screen came back, and what followed was only the closing of their fists in disgusts, as they watched the deception, helplessness, screaming, torment and final breathing of Samantha, with her final words to never forgive Alicia. "Ahhhhhhhh.....," Anger combined with rage, and hate took over her body as the video ended, and with one push, the stool and table were down on the floor again.

Maybe she doesn't know how to tell me that the man that I love is already dead but she just nodded while crying, telling me that she is telling the truth that Jayvee is gone. I heard cries from outside the room where I and my mom were. I immediately stand up and walk to the door even though I still feel weak. I want to witness with my own eyes what is really going on. I looked around and I saw a bunch of people crying and mourning. What is going on? I asked myself while looking around and listening to their cries. I walk out of the room while my mom is following me. I saw Camille lying dead while her family was crying over her. She has a death tag too like mine.

I glance back and see them walking down with the coffin, Marcus and Jackson clearly struggling to hold it together now. I wipe my eyes, seeing how heartbroken they are, their bodies shaking slightly as they reach the front and place down the coffin. Walking over to us, they sit down, Marcus's hand grabbing mine as the music finishes playing, the tears falling free from his eyes. We sit listening to the priest talking, Jacob sitting with us, I am guessing he and his mum have fallen out. Marcus gets up to speak, he stays quiet for a few minutes.

With the last bit of my strength, I lifted my head, desperate to see William one more time. But in the end, I couldn’t. Darkness swallowed me whole. I died alone on a night no one would remember. Later, an ambulance took my body to the hospital. I hovered above as a ghost, watching Mike desperately try to save me, only to collapse in defeat, sobbing on the ground. "Thank you, Mike," I whispered, but he couldn't hear me. Then, he reached into my pocket, pulled out my phone, and glanced at it before dialing a number from his own.

Next, some liquid splashed down, and her bones shattered, then slowly dissolved into a puddle of water. The water evaporated under intense heat, leaving behind nothing but an empty and spotless surface. The video stopped. On the darkened screen, Jason saw his own bloodshot eyes staring back. “She... really left me with nothing...” His voice was a broken mix of laughter and tears. He sounded deranged, as though he had lost his mind. Eric, who was standing nearby, could not bear it anymore and stepped forward. “Mr. Fender...” The man with glasses spoke softly. “Our deepest condolences.”

"Please..." I gently pull free, my touch deliberate and final. "I'm sorry. But this ends today." The warriors obey, their movements efficient and practiced. A funeral pyre is prepared, logs stacked high in the center of the clearing. Nora stands motionless, tears streaming silently down her face as the flames begin to rise into the evening sky, casting flickering shadows across her grief-stricken features.

“They buried their grief incorrectly.” My stomach twisted painfully. “What does that mean?” The answer came from the observers themselves. Broken voices flooding through the signal. “The Mourning was born after Aeris died.” The network dimmed heavily. “Collective grief accumulated beyond emotional processing thresholds.” Nathan frowned sharply. “You created it?” Silence. Then: “Not intentionally.” Cold dread spread through me. Because suddenly I understood. The Mourning wasn’t a creature originally. It was grief. Unprocessed. Suppressed. Abandoned for centuries until it became conscious.

I had dragged her to the bonfire and drank with her until dawn, saying my wish had finally come true. Now, so soon after, I was preparing to vanish completely. "Are you serious?" she asked, her face full of worry. "I thought you were just speaking out of anger when you said you were canceling the ceremony. You chased him for twenty years. Now you’re suddenly letting go. What happened?" I told Lyndra everything that had occurred over the past month: the marking, the pup. Lyndra kicked at Raelor’s portrait with force. "Ungrateful dirtbag!