Mourning Never Comes Novels & Stories

“Dad, you were meant to live on. Embrace my children in your arms... Being here is essential for you, me, and those precious little ones yet unborn.” “What am I going to do without your help now that you're no more?” This is a loss for me, now the only thing I'm left with is profound emptiness. His absence is a hole that would never be filled. “C'mon, sweetheart, you need to stop crying like this.” She whispered to me calmly, trying to console me. “It's forbidden to cry in the mortuary.” She spoke in a calm and reassuring tone, yet I couldn't control myself.

The world hadn’t stopped moving, but it felt like mine had. There were people. Too many. Faces blurred behind veils of tears. Soft murmurs, the rustling of fabric, the shuffles of shoes across stone. But none of it mattered. None of them mattered. They had come to mourn a queen. I had come to bury a part of myself.

"How do I mourn someone I barely knew? How do I grieve a father who was never really there?" "The same way you do anything hard. One day at a time. With the people who love you. Together." Paramedics arrived. Confirmed what we already knew. Victor was dead. They covered his body. Prepared to transport him to the morgue. We left the estate. Drove back to the compound in silence. Sophia was waiting. When she saw us, she ran into my arms. "You are alive. You are really alive." "I am alive. We are all alive. Except—" I could not finish.

Despite her ethereal beauty, she remains still and lifeless, a stark reminder of the fragility of existence. A deep sense of sorrow and disbelief grips Kalix as he takes a trembling step closer to the coffin, his heart heavy with grief and fear. With each passing moment, the reality of her absence sinks in deeper, weighing down on him like an anchor dragging him into the depths of despair. "Audrey..." he whispers hoarsely, his voice barely above a murmur, as tears continue to stream down his cheeks unchecked.

It never ends. “We’re not done.” And that was the truth. That morning, I stood alone by the fire. The clan huddled nearby, their breaths white in the cold air. No one laughed. No one celebrated. I didn’t want them to. Because grief doesn’t vanish with victory. It settles in your bones. Quiet. Heavy. Dylan brought me coffee. His hand brushed mine. “You’re thinking about them.” “All of them,” I said. He nodded. “What now?”

The once-proud Rachel now had nothing left to her name. She stumbled home, her eyes red and her emotions on the verge of breaking down. She threw open the doors and cried, “Mom, Dad! Help me!” However, the only response was a stony silence in the living room. Her parents sat on the couch, their expressions dark. The once-extravagant living room now looked desolate. Her father chain-smoked cigarettes, looking scarily gloomy. Her mother looked furious and haggard, as though she had aged decades in a few days.

I manage to whisper after about thirty seconds of silent weeping, and he freezes. He finally looks at me, and regrets cloud his pale blue eyes. I shake my head as his mouth opens. "It's fine. Just go," I whisper, and he nods. He walks out silently, and I close my eyes. Why does it hurt so bad to lose someone I never had?

And all my regrets… Came too late. I’ll never see him again. I’ll never hear his voice. I’ll never feel his touch. I’ll never witness that rare, genuine smile that only he ever showed me. The world felt unbearably silent without him. A cold raindrop kissed my skin—then another. I tilted my head up, eyes locking onto the dark, weeping sky. The rain began to fall, slow and steady, like even the heavens were mourning with me. As if the sky itself could feel the crushing weight in my chest.

Tessa’s POV Diane’s dead—my mother, who never loved me, who spat “worthless” and “mistake” at me like they were my names. I don’t know how to mourn her. My chest’s hollow, like I’m supposed to cry, but the tears won’t come. How do you grieve a woman who made you feel like nothing your whole life? Guests are arriving for tomorrow’s burial—neighbors with casseroles, cousins with fake tears, all whispering about Diane like she was some martyr.

“Madam, should I throw this away too?” It was the watch I had given Julian on our first date. He used to treasure it, wore it every day, never letting it leave his wrist. Now, it had long been tossed into a corner, covered in dust. It did not matter anymore. I nodded. Then, I replied to Julian, “Forget it. She’s so high and mighty. I’m not worthy enough to get involved.” Julian clearly heard the maid’s voice. “You’re at home?” “Work hasn’t ended for the day. If you don’t come back and fix this, I’ll mark you as absent and cut your salary.”