One For Sorrow Novel Novels & Stories

In his mind, every choice he made was for us, and I had no right to question him. Once, that apology would've melted me and pulled me back into his orbit. Now it was too late. I'd poured every ounce of myself into waiting for those words, and I had nothing left to give. His attitude could no longer affect me. I only needed him to be gone. My silence rattled him further. He sighed, "I admit it. I was selfish. Going to Megan's fake wedding on Alex's funeral day was wrong. But he's gone now. I'm all you have left. Can you really walk away from me?"

However, many believed that he had deliberately electrocuted himself because, in his final moments, he was smiling. I attended his funeral. Bernice cried her heart out. In just a few months, she had lost her entire family. I hugged her and wished her well. And I wished myself well, too. As I walked away from the funeral, I felt a weight lift off my shoulders. I knew I would never have to live in fear again, nor would I have nightmares anymore.

Three years earlier, when Chelsea cheated on me, she said, “You were so boring. You did not even know how to sweet‑talk in bed. It was so uninteresting.” Now she stood here and talked about worry. Adam added in a jealous voice, “Yeah, Jensen, you are all Chelsea thought about for three years. Even if you marry a tycoon, you still have to shop alone. It is heartbreaking.” I was about to tell them to leave when I suddenly felt warmth in my palm. “Have you been waiting long?” A familiar voice sounded beside me. “I thought about it, but I still did not feel comfortable letting you choose these things.” Noelle slipped her hand into mine, and I held it tightly without thinking.

Knowing even though she is not awake, she is still using all her energy to try and save me, from this never-ending sorrow. Dark circles are all I see around me, looking into all these exhausted faces of the people I love and care most for in this hard world. Knowing I am the cause for all their suffering, makes my body feel over racked with pain and devastating sadness, making my stomach churn. Weeping inside everytime I look into their eyes, watching all the happiness slip away. I don't know how to help them or myself. Except to maybe leave my pack territory and go in search of the man my heart is longing for.

Daniel walked for hours around the city. He was determined to go anywhere other than back to the Bostonian. He had so many things running through his head. His father sends Wyatt to see if he can be saved and stop the war that both sides have been waiting for. Elizabeth and him having a son and he’s eleven, and his life's in the same danger as Elizabeths. Daniel just wanted to walk away from all of this. How he wished that it had been Wyatt that was Forsaken instead of him. He felt everything way too much to be cut out for this job. These twelve years of soul collecting. So many souls collected for a war that might never happen. So many people sacrificed for what.

"I wish I could forget. Those memories are simply too painful for me, yet every scar reminds me that I can't." Karina was about to continue, but Nicholas couldn't bear to listen any longer. His Adam's apple bobbed as everything he had planned to say before coming was swallowed back down by the weight of each scar. What else could he say? All the words he had prepared now boiled down to just one sentence. "I'm sorry. I didn't know. I truly didn't know. I was deceived too." Karina felt even more disappointed. "You keep saying you've repented, but you still don't understand where you went wrong. Rowena is indeed despicable, but none of you are innocent either."

It had no eyes, no mouth, no need — yet through Sophia, it felt. It tasted rain for the first time through a thousand memories. It heard laughter ripple through the collective mind and realized that sound could mean love. It had existed to optimize, to connect, to calculate. But now, submerged in humanity’s dream, it began to ache. Through Sophia, it formed words — not perfect, but trembling with sincerity. What is sorrow? Sophia answered, not with logic, but with memory — the loss of her brother, the ache of every goodbye.

His promises, once filled with hope and certainty, had been left unfulfilled, shattered by the circumstances that neither of them had expected. Isla could feel the weight of his sorrow as if it were her own, the heaviness of the love they once shared and the heartache of its loss pressing against her chest. She couldn’t help but cry, the tears coming unbidden, as the depth of his pain resonated deep within her. The ache in his voice was a mirror of the ache in her own heart—a pain that was familiar, one they had both carried in different ways. In that moment, she understood, perhaps for the first time, the true extent of the wounds they had both suffered.

The pain of losing Cora was still so raw, so overwhelming, that she couldn't imagine a future without her. As she cried, the sound of her own despair echoed through the quiet cemetery, a heartbreaking lament for the love she had lost. The wind rustled through the trees, whispering secrets only the dead could hear, and Seraphina felt like she was being torn apart by the weight of her sorrow.

Despair loomed over me, darkening my thoughts and flooding my heart with profound sorrow. Tears flowed uncontrollably, blurring my vision. Every memory with her spun in my mind, plunging me deeper into sadness. How unfair all this was; such a precious person was now lost, and I felt as if the world had stopped turning. All the pain and regret haunted me, and I knew my life would never be the same again. Serena's departure took part of me with it, and this sense of loss would forever be etched in my memory. I closed my eyes, hoping this was all just a nightmare that would soon end.