Novel & Cerita Mourning End Part 1

"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!

After Halle Anderson cheated on me and came back to me, I gave her three chances to cut ties with her lover. She grabbed the opportunity and spent those times with him. They had dinners together, did crafts, and she even spent whole nights with him. After that, she threw everything that was related to her lover away and held my hand again. “Believe me, I’ll never betray you again.” One day, I got into a car accident with an energetic young man. He angrily gave someone a call, and I heard my wife’s best friend’s voice coming through. “Halle, I’m telling you to not go. You’ve used up all three chances. Grant will definitely divorce you if you do so.” Immediately after, I heard Hall

So he never prepared before our registration. After they took a number and settled in to wait, I did not hesitate. I hailed a cab and headed straight home. The moment I walked in, I stripped off the skirt I had ironed carefully, shredded it, and watched it burn to ashes. I knew then, my seven-year love affair with him was meant to disappear just like that—up in smoke.

My body tenses, a silent scream building in my throat. "It’s okay, Dana," Charles murmurs, his grip on my waist tightening. "It’s okay." The dam breaks. I begin to cry softly, the hot tears disappearing behind my lenses. My mother’s moaning grows louder down the line, a haunting sound that tears through the quiet. "Goddamn it," Eddie whispers, his voice thick. Jack clears his throat repeatedly, looking at the sky, while Derek doesn't bother hiding his pain. He covers his face with a handkerchief and sobs. When the coffin finally touches the bottom of the grave, it is time.

She mumbled, “Vincent…” He looked down at her, his chest torn open and his claws dripping with blood. “I’ve got you. I won’t let them bury you again,” he affirmed. But as he held her close, the crowd began to kneel. One by one, the faceless mourners pressed their hands against the soil, whispering in unison: “She was never yours to save.” The ground shook once more as another coffin rose from the soil. This one was small, black, and bound with chains.