Mourning Never Comes Novels & Stories

Persephone sighed deeply, glancing at Cassandra. “I don’t want to lose my friends anymore. Ahlum made the right choice.” Breathing out, Persephone walked towards Cassandra, running her finger down her hair. “Hey, how are you?” Persephone asked tenderly, smiling softly at her. “My Lady…” Sitting up, Cassandra looked down, biting her lips in nervousness. “Don’t look down. Grief is a powerful emotion. Mourning is not wrong, especially when it’s not even a day since he passed.” Persephone whispered.

I laughed, shaking my head as they sped on, whooping and hollering as they leaned out the windows, obviously enjoying their new freedom, too. I shook my head, smiling as heat filled my cheeks at having been busted, but it felt good to hear. A moment later, the song ended and Garth Brooks’ If Tomorrow Never Comes came on the radio and I started singing along. It was a sad song, but had such a great message, that if he were to pass away, would the love he gave her be enough to last the rest of her life.

Grace Someone once told me, you can never truly feel the pain of losing someone you have never met. Even if that person is a parent, even if they are blood, if they died before you were born, the grief will never be the same as losing someone you laughed with, spoke to, or held. It isn’t cruel. It’s just how emotions work. You might feel sympathy. You might feel anger on their behalf. You might even feel sadness for what they went through. But you might not feel that deep, hollow pain.

he sadly says "Well that Jane is gone and this is what is left of her. So deal with it"I snap angrily at him but he freaking smiles. "I'll bring her back, you'll see "he closes the door and I sigh. She is never coming back. Coming back means unlocking tragedies and sorrows. Coming back means weakness. That will never happen. She is not coming back. Never. I mindlessly rub my nephew's hair as he falls asleep on my chest. I felt a something hit my skin and I realized I was crying.

Never in a million years. I have always been weak. If I continue to stay weak I am going to lose everything all over again. I have to become strong to save myself and to protect my love. I know I have gone through a lot of pain but staying weak won't help me a bit. Balance, I think this describes the world the best. For every death there is a birth and for every pain there is happiness. This is so hard for me. Everything has always been hard for me right from birth. I wish I would have been taught as a kid that every time I fall in love I will be wounded.

' Keith was still kneeling and touching that scar while calling my name over and over again. Each cry sounded more heart-wrenching than the last. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. "Don't leave me. Please open your eyes and look at me." I floated behind him and watched everything. It was too late. If only those words had been said while I was still alive. Liam couldn't take it anymore. He ran in and dragged Keith out. Keith looked like an empty shell without a soul. He let Liam pull him away. His eyes were frighteningly hollow.

A little girl born out of love, grew up in anger and just when she found the familiar feeling of love... it was leaving like it never appeared The days after the funeral were a blur, Amy didn’t cry when they buried her uncle. She hadn’t cried in years not since the night she’d seen her parents’ bodies dragged from the ruins of their own living room. Blood slick like wine, eyes wide, staring at nothing. No, she’d learned early that mourning had no place in a world that fed on pain.

I had been used to it. By now, Blake was wrapped up in his fairy-tale wedding with his first love, Megan Burns, and had no time to say goodbye to my father. His heart had long since drifted, so requesting his presence was meaningless. In fact, we were better off without him. I didn't want him to appear and taint the memorial. As the coffin was lowered into the earth, the weight of loss crushed me. The man who'd loved me unconditionally was gone. Staring at his photo on the tombstone, I couldn't hold it together any longer. My knees hit the cold ground, and a wail tore from my throat, raw and unstoppable.

And all you can do is pout, sulk, crib, and cry as if you’ve been deprived of good candies. "RIP brother clans. May you never get elder sisters, because they are a pain in the ass as much as a turkey might cause a pain in the stomach". But if sisters didn’t exist then where’s the fun of a brother. He chuckled at his own humour and as he looked at the wall clock, he harboured a horrified look instantly and dashed out of the room like a tsunami to the boardroom. His death was written for today but not from his father, Christian Walker's hands but from Simone Thompson’s hand as the D-day was here.

Selena pov I register when something heavy falls on my body and his mark is burning painfully, I know he is dead and that brings me some relief through the pain. I can't move a muscle and it doesn't take long before I feel how my body starts to shut down bit by bit!