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Andien replied firmly. Andien's last sentence left Kenan speechless and his face paled. It had never occurred to him that Andien had chosen to kill herself because of the pain in her heart. "You ... you didn't want to kill yourself, did you?" Kenan asked, stammering. "At the time I thought that God was being unfair to me. Why was I still alive when I had surrendered in the fury of the storm that night," Andien replied bitterly. Kenan closed his eyes, unable to imagine Andien's slender body being tossed about by the waves at that moment. Kenan knew that Andien was a good swimmer, but Kenan was not sure that Andien wanted to save himself.

she asks in a low, haunting voice that fucking guts me. Disappointment is a heavy burden, a sinking feeling that lodges itself deep within the heart. It's the bitter taste of hope turned sour, a shattered dream that leaves a trail of tears in its wake. It strikes like a sudden storm on a sunny day, catching you off guard and leaving you drenched in sorrow.

I whispered, my voice trembling. The spot around me was quiet, too quiet. Nothing had changed here. It was still serene, calm, and yet it mirrored my sadness. The same feeling of despair I had carried the last time I came here. Sadness, disappointment, pain—it was all the same. The lake had seen me at my lowest moments, a witness to my struggles. I realized with a bitter laugh that I never came here to celebrate. No milestones, no moments of joy. This place only knew my grief.

At that time, I had been carrying twins. The grief shattered me—so completely that my heart stopped beating. I barely survived. The last pregnancy lasted the longest. Seven months. For the first time, I dared to hope. I thought, maybe this time, I’d finally give birth. But fate had other plans. … Lucas sat there the entire time, utterly indifferent, as if the children I lost had nothing to do with him. Beside him, Vanessa looked down at me, eyes glinting with triumph, her smirk filled with condescension.

"Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone, Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come. Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead, Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves. He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now: put out every one; Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood. For nothing now can

“Lady Judd, I don’t know what you’ve been through, but you must’ve gotten into something big ten years ago.” “The three greatest sorrows of life: meeting someone you didn’t want to meet, parting with your loved ones, and not being able to get what you wish for. “Out of the three, the third one is the most painful one. “Either you lost something after you have it, or you have something that’s unattainable. “Based on your identity, I’m sure everything you want is in the palm of your hands by now. “That means that you must’ve lost something ten years ago.

The pain of his loss was overwhelming, shattering his sense of self as he watched the fruits of years of hard work go up in flames. Jasmine's eyebrows knitted together in sorrow as she watched him go quiet. His face turned into a grey mask, his eyes becoming like grey orbs. A wave of dread and sorrow washed over her, her heart thundering in her chest. She sensed a looming sadness in him, her heart sinking as she faced the impending doom. Her breath caught in her throat, a wave of sorrow gripping her in its icy hold.

I take a deep breath, "This is a poem for Iris. Even though I didn't know her long she still managed to take a place in my heart. Iris, I think of you every day. I will miss you dearly. If tears could build a stairway, and memories a lane. I would walk right up to Heaven and bring you back again. No farewell words were spoken, No time to say "Goodbye". You were gone before I knew it, and only God knows why. My heart still aches with sadness, and secret tears still flow. What it meant to love you - No one can ever know. But now I know you want me to mourn for you no more; To remember all the happy times

He felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness and sorrow, knowing he was unable to ease the pain of those around him. As April’s gentle breathing filled the room, Aiden’s tears continued to flow. The weight of the world seemed to rest on his shoulders, and the deep sadness of the day’s revelations was a burden he struggled to bear alone. Despite the comfort of April’s presence, the night was a reminder of the losses and heartaches that shaped his life.

I will miss our trips to the nearby pool, We'd rather read books there and pretend to be cool, I want to say goodbye one more time and cry with one more kiss, Goodbye, my mother, it's you I will forever miss, When the storms fill my eyes, and all the feels make me cry, I'll remember your sweet lullabies as I say, 'Goodbye. Jeremy leaves the microphone, and everyone next to me pats my back. I never knew what to say at funerals. Poems were the only words that made sense to me. Of course, they don't make sense to other people, but to me, that poem wasn't for them. The sparrow in the tree spreads its wings and flies out into the clouds. I know deep down that's the last time I will ever see that