Sorrow Is Not My Name Novels & Stories

The tears that I was controlling earlier started crawling down from my lashes I bowed down and kissed his tombstone " Hey are you alright?" I felt a hand rubbing my back " Ye—yes, I'm sorry, I'm crying again" I said and wiped my tears " How long have you been there?" I asked him " 5 minutes" He answered " It's his birthday today right?" He asked " Yes, I'm sorry Jordan I know you've done so many things to help me to move on but I still can't my heart still aches whenever I think of him, I.." I stopped talking when he held my hands and hugged me tight

There are more important things that need more attention. All these years I depended on Kevyn, I hoped too much that he wouldn't do to me the things that happen to others. Sometimes I feel sorry for people who have been cheated even if I didn't know how painful it is, but now that I am in a situation similar to what they went through, I can say that it is very painful. It's like the pain is slowly killing me, it's like I'm losing my mind. When I got home, I almost didn't feel like it, my thoughts were floating so much that I almost don't know how I got home properly and got to my room. I just sat on my bed. I feel so numb.

"For what reason, you ask? It's all because Noelle and her son stood in my way!" Jamie's breathing quickened. "I've always treated you like a sister. I've been good to you, and yet you hurt the person I loved the most. Do you not have a conscience at all?" Tara, chilled by Jamie's angry roar, sneered. "No one wants to be your sister! I know you've been good to me, but we're not blood-related. "So, why can't I fight to be with you and secure my own future? I admit I didn't do a good job now that everything's come to this.

All the things I used to look forward to now cut deep into my heart. I quietly slipped into the shadows at the edge of the room without anyone noticing. My whole body was tense, but the tears kept falling despite how disgraceful it was. My chest ached as if it had been torn open. I pulled out my phone and sent my boss a message. "Something urgent came up. I'm leaving early." I got in the car, my mind blank. Suddenly, I remembered what the doctor had said and patted my chest, whispering to myself. "Don't cry… The doctor said I can't have any strong emotions… No crying…"

My tears rained on my palm. I wiped my tears out of my palm. I panicked when my tears smudged the ink written on it. “No... no...” I brought out my pen and wrote his name again but my pen won’t work over my drenched skin. I wiped my palm against my shirt and it was gone. His name was gone. I knew his name seconds ago but now I don’t. I grabbed my hair. This is driving me insane. I wish my tears could erase the pain I was feeling just like what it did to his name. I wish crying could ease the pain.

if you hate me kill me please I don't want to live this life in this way I can't live anymore with this pain the pain of loosing someone the pain of hurting our loved ones is most unbearable punishment but why this for me why me only me I never wants even my enemy to get hurt but why every time destiny is playing hard on me I don't know how to tell you I'm broken without feeling needy I dont know how to open up without feeling judged I don't know how to cry when my tears feel like acid I just need you to see that I'm hurting without me telling you because my words are bleeding out of my mouth waiting for you to stitch me up and make me fine although I know that's not your job and you're bett

A relentless echo hammered in my mind, driving home the harsh truth of our situation: ‘Oh my god, my friend has died alone, ensnared in profound pain. I felt myself spiral away from my physical form, instinctively reaching for the flickering ember of hope, a faint light struggling to pierce the heavy fog of my sorrow. My heart thudded painfully, and I found myself whispering his name as if it were a broken mantra, each repetition dripping with despair. “Dae...seung.”

' Keith was still kneeling and touching that scar while calling my name over and over again. Each cry sounded more heart-wrenching than the last. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. "Don't leave me. Please open your eyes and look at me." I floated behind him and watched everything. It was too late. If only those words had been said while I was still alive. Liam couldn't take it anymore. He ran in and dragged Keith out. Keith looked like an empty shell without a soul. He let Liam pull him away. His eyes were frighteningly hollow.

Filled with familiar sorrow. Before she realized it, her lips parted. A single name slipped out in a faint whisper. "...Vael." ***

I whisper it to the darkness, to the sea, to the city that’s forgotten my name already: I’m sorry. It’s not enough. It’ll never be enough. But it’s the only thing I have left to give.