Mourning End Part 1 の小説・ストーリー

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.

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.

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.

Hugh stood up and glared murderously at the terrified crowd. “Taz is the only one I want. “If anyone else says one bad word about her, I’ll end them.” Arnold’s lips trembled in rage. His cane wobbled unsteadily in his hand. He ultimately closed his eyes and let out a long, weary sigh. “It’s over. The Sheargold family is over.” He shook his head and mumbled as if in a daze, then walked away. Hugh looked up and met my gaze on the second floor. His expression swiftly softened into a gentle smile.

The ritual concludes with a wine-drinking ceremony, bidding farewell to return to their respective residences. The dramatic and sacred procession of releasing Adam Hart's spirit marks the end of the mourning period filled with honor. The Rossie family is ready to continue their lives, carrying the memories of Adam that will always live in their hearts. "Goodbye, Father. Until we meet again," Arren whispers while gazing at the photo of her late father, now happily reunited with her mother in heaven. Arren promises to live well for both of them. *** The next day, when Arren wakes up, she is surprised to see Leon looking very handsome and neat this morning.

He grabbed Kelly and threw himself off the yacht, dragging her down into the ocean with him. They disappeared beneath the waves. … When the news reached me, I felt nothing. No anger, no sadness. Just an eerie sense of finality. It was, in the end, the perfect ending for Zarrick. I turned back to my assistant, unfazed. "Make sure everything is ready for our family vacation." My life was mine to live, and I intended to live it well. My parents—I would take care of them with everything I had. And my darling daughter, Alice—her future would be limitless. The End

"From now on, Blaire will be Alicia's daughter. It's not your place to interfere with how she disciplines her!" What a bunch of shameless nonsense. Rage overwhelmed me. My already weak body finally reached its limit, and I coughed up a mouthful of blood. As my consciousness blurred, the sound of hurried footsteps came from afar. Then, I fell into a familiar, warm embrace. "You people must have a death wish! How dare you do this to the Cooper family's daughter?"