Sorrow Is Not My Name 소설 & 이야기

“I have no one that I love. no one that Cares for Me. no one that will notice when I'm gone.’ She tries to fight the sob that escapes her lips. tears cascade down her cheeks. She doesn't stop them. She does not wipe them away. She stands glued to the sport. feeling helpless. feeling vulnerable. feeling like all she wanted to do was for the world to open and for her to disappear beneath it. to be long lost and forgotten. For her name to be robbed of existence and for her to live a life that was worth living. Was that even possible? “ I have nowhere else to go. My life is miserable. I am miserable.”

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.

The wind swallowed his words, but the anguish remained, festering in his chest like an open wound. He felt like he was drowning in his own tears, suffocating under the weight of his sorrow. The sea seemed to laugh at him, its waves crashing against the shore with a rhythm that felt like mockery. Lewis collapsed to his knees, his body wracked with sobs, as he whispered, "Why can't anyone see me? Why can't anyone love me for who I am?" The only response was the relentless pounding of the waves, a reminder that some wounds might never heal.

" Blinded by tears, my resentment surged. I cut him off, shouting his name with all the bitterness I could muster. "Charles, just stop. "Take your 15,000 dollars and get out of my life."

I screamed, shoving him away with all the strength I had. He didn't fight back but wrapped his arms around me, trying to hold me close. I struggled, biting down on his shoulder until I tasted blood. My vision blurred, and the room started spinning as my strength drained away. He caught me as I slumped, shouting for someone to call an ambulance. Before I slipped into unconsciousness, I heard his voice, soft and pleading, close to my ear. "Andrea, I'm sorry. I was wrong. I let you down, and I failed Millie. Please, give me a chance to make things right."

She was engulfed in profound sorrow. "Please open up," I pleaded, my voice filled with desperate longing. Yet, the door remained resolute, a barrier between us. "Please, Lora," I implored, my composure wavering. Silence enveloped us, save for the faint sound of her stifled sobs. The mere sight of her anguish shattered my heart into countless pieces, an unbearable ache that gripped my very being.

Before doing so, I simply left Flora one final cold message. "If you like that worthless scumbag so much, take him. I find him revolting." This time, I didn't waver and rescheduled the abortion. This pup shouldn't have existed in the first place. No matter how reluctant I was, I couldn't let my child have such a shameless father! My wolf howled within me as I inhaled the anesthetic, and a single tear streamed down from the corner of my eye.

But he'd banked on my weakness, certain I'd never walk away. That's why he'd grown bolder, especially after Alex passed away. He knew what would make me happy but couldn't be bothered to try. Done wasting my time, I marched to the bedroom and started packing. He trailed behind, asking anxiously, "What are you doing?" "I've signed up for the Western Program," I said without looking up. "I'm leaving tomorrow." His face went rigid, and for a moment, I braced for his usual explosion. But instead, he grabbed my arm, his voice small and pleading. "Please, don't go. I'll be so lost without you."

"You should just ask that jinx to jump off the building too. Since he can't find a suitable heart donor, he's going to die sooner or later. "He might as well end it early and put a stop to his pain. That way, he wouldn't have to trouble anyone else." In the video, I laughed cruelly, the mockery plain in my eyes. After I laughed several times, the video ended abruptly. The onlookers immediately erupted into discussion. "Is Nathan nuts? I heard the Yeagers had spoiled him rotten and that he was really domineering, but did he have to push things so far? Did he actually take his own life just to make a point?"

Before I could retreat, they caught me—and burst into laughter. Humiliation burned through me. Annoyed, I stormed inside, slamming the door shut. My back hit the wood as I slid to the floor, fresh tears spilling down my cheeks again. “How long will this hurt last?” I whispered, my voice trembling as I clenched my teeth against the pain. After what felt like hours of sobbing, I forced myself up and headed for the shower. Yet, the ache wouldn’t leave me. My dreams of building a life with him—having his children—were officially over.