My Sister's Grave นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Just like that, I transformed from a mangled body into a box of ashes. After that, she rode the Ferris wheel with my ashes. Then, she buried me beside my sister and changed her gravestone name to Angel. Then, she lost all of her daughters on the day Vanessa was sentenced to death. That day, my mother climbed to a tall building and jumped off. I watched as her blood stained the ground, just as gruesome as when Angel died. Slowly, my soul began to fade away. 'This is goodbye, Mom.'

Aiden’s POV I ran to the cemetery after Haven had told me my sister’s grave had been vandalized. It angered me that in as much as I was the alpha, someone still dared to disrespect Sora’s resting place. Someone had disrespected my sister’s grave. Someone had crossed a line that could not be uncrossed. And then I saw it. Sora’s tombstone stood exactly where it always had, upright and intact. No shattered stone or deliberate desecration. Only a small chip on one corner, the kind that came from weather or time or careless tools.

But it turned out that the one person who should have been on her side was against her. The cemetery looked peaceful when we arrived. Rain dripped softly from tall trees while workers quietly cleaned nearby graves. We all walked together through rows of headstones until Mommy finally stopped. It was the grave site of her stepmother. She nodded at me. I walked over and dropped the flower. Then next was Rachel. We didn’t walk far and were at her headstone. Rachel Jones. Beloved Sister. Beloved Aunt. As we stood there, I tried to imagine her smiling. I hoped she was in a good place. Mum said she chose to remember her as her sister regardless.

When everything was finally settled, I went alone to visit Mom's grave. Beside her, I placed a tombstone for my real sister, who had drowned. That day, I stood there and talked to the two of them for a very long time.

Brenda and Ralia stood side by side, their gazes fixed upon the freshly dug grave of their father. The bright summer sun cast a golden hue over the rolling hills of the cemetery, lending an air of serenity to the solemn occasion. It had been a few days since they returned home, finally having the time to make the necessary arrangements for their father’s funeral. The sisters clutched onto each other’s hands, finding solace in the unspoken bond they shared. Brenda’s eyes welled up with tears, her heart heavy with a mix of grief and relief. She had always carried a burden of resentment toward their father, for all the pain he had caused them throughout their lives. But now, as they stood befor

I whispered that I could barely hear. Me? What am I? An air? Don’t they see me? Don’t they worry about me too? When will they only see me when they are no longer accusing you of what my older sister did? After all, they were to blame for what the older sister had done to herself. My older sister couldn’t handle the pressure they’re giving to him. “We’re here.” I looked outside without seeing our house so I asked him where he took me. “Don’t you know? Here’s your older sister’s grave, she’ll be buried tomorrow.”

“Sis, I know you’re busy. But I was honestly so happy about getting the apartment today. I just wanted to share that with my family. Do you... not approve of me buying a place of my own?” I was struck by her sheer absurdity. I murmured, “I’ve just been really swamped—” My mother scoffed. “Too swamped to take two seconds to tap the ‘like’ button? “You’ve always been like this. Ever since you were little, you couldn’t stand seeing your sister happy.” Her words hit me like a ton of bricks. Long-buried memories came flooding back. In middle school, I came first in the entire grade. My parents completely missed my parent-teacher conference because Daphne had taken a minor tumble.

Taking in a deep breath and exhaling slowly, Cara turned back to the door and walked back through. Stepping through she was greeted by warm sunshine and the sounds of birds chirping. Looking to her left and her right she could see a green field dotted here and there with trees and shrubs. As her eyes adjusted better to the sun light she noticed that there were also grave stones all around. She immediately recognized Simmons Cemetery. She had been here many times to visit her sister Tara's grave with her family. Looking down at the ground in front of her she saw a a new white stone at the head of a fresh grave. She read her best friend's name and sighed, a lone tear roled down her cheek.

Even after a decade, we still did not know our neighbours first names and only entered their houses when necessary, which never happened. "Good afternoon," I say making sure to stand a few feet away so the leaves won't land on me. He stops shearing and smiles at me and says a good afternoon, there are wrinkles around his eyes and his hands are heavily veined. "My sister Lucinda died. I just thought that you should know." I can't recognize my voice, is it pain that makes my voice strained?