Novel & Cerita Sorrow Is Not My Name

My eyes bloodshot red, tears streaming down without stopping. "You are not angry, you are just sad. And I want you to suffer. If you die you will get what you want 'peace' and I don't want that to happen. You know what is scarier than death? It's life! " I couldn't stand him anymore. I rapidly took steps backwards and started to run out of the room.

I place my head in the crook of his neck, and a deep sorrow consumes me, leaving me unable to breathe. I’m all alone. What did I do to make the gods hate me so much that they stripped everyone I love away from me? Why did he leave me here alone? My heart is weighed down by sorrow, as if it longs to break free from the confines of my chest and reveal its rawness to the harsh world that likes to see me suffer. I bury my head further into Nate's neck, stifling the cries of grief and the overwhelming sense of injustice that envelops me.

For the first time, my tears are not born of pain but of joy. His heartbeat thrums against mine, wild and steady, like a drum of life pulling me back from the edge. My chest tightens, and through the tears, I whisper: “I name you Elarion… for you are my light born in sorrow.”

My blood-smeared fingers swiped at the screen over and over, but I couldn't even unlock it. My strength was gone. Lying on the floor, I let out a bitter laugh. So, that was the end for me. "Sophia!" someone called out, knocking on the door. I tried to respond, but my voice failed me. Tears streamed down my face as despair engulfed me. I muttered, "Molly, don't be afraid. I'm coming to join you." Just before everything faded to black, I saw a shadow leap in through the window. He rushed to my side, lifting me gently. "Sophia!"

Like he was unraveling. And then it happened. His eyes shimmered, and a tear slid down his cheek. The mighty Cipher D’Amato, who never cracked, never flinched, never bowed… cried. “I’m sorry,” he said, voice breaking. “I’m so damn sorry.” I blinked. It felt like the walls were swaying. “I didn’t know how to let her go,” he continued, stepping forward slowly like a man walking through fire. “Every time I looked at you, it felt like God gave me a second chance… but it wasn’t fair. To you. To her.”

Playlist ~ James Arthur - Recovery *Captive's Home* Anna coughs out blood weakly, her whole body was aching badly. There was deep injuries all over her body that when she tries to move her body on the floor she whimpers from the pains that comes from it. She was still half-naked just as the bastard had left her before torturing her. Her eyes were puffy and red, she could barely open her eyes completely to glance around, she was feeling too weak to get herself off the floor.

I even thought a name for our child, if it would be a boy, I will name him Alex, it was my brother's name, I still miss him so much. If it's a girl, I will name her Iris, you know Iris means rainbow in Greek, she will be our little rainbow. At that time I never thought it would never happen. ........................................... I closed the file, I can't do this anymore. I can feel the wetness on my cheeks. Christ, what have I done. What have I done. My chest is burning, and it's that type of burn which you know won't fade away with time, it will remain there to remind you of your mistakes, like a cross around your neck.

Cause she had to handle her third trouble which was to calm down her crying son and that was nowhere near easy. Yeah, she was a mother and blessed with a lovely son who was the love of her life, her everything, her son Zayn Abedin. ************** Cold Skin, Drag My Feet On The Tile As I Am Walking Down The Corridor I Know We Haven't Talked In Awhile So I Am Looking For An Open Door ***************** ................... Assalamualaikum Readers... I hope you all liked it... Don't forget to comment and vote...... I love you all...... 

With every step, her tears fall like a torrent, soaking my shirt and piercing my soul. I want to break something. The weight of her grief is suffocating, a burden that threatens to crush us both. I lead her away from the unspeakable horrors, my footsteps heavy with the sorrow of how shattered I feel. I was too late. I was fucking too late! _*

The pain in my heart was almost unbearable. Sandra knelt beside me, her eyes filled with empathy and concern. She gently rubbed my back, offering silent comfort. "I'm so sorry, Naomi," she whispered. "I can't imagine how much this hurts. But remember, you are not alone. We'll fight this injustice together. We won't let the royal families get away with what they've done." Despair engulfed me as I wondered where my parents and sister could be. The closure of Naomi's Bakery had shattered my hopes of finding solace and familiarity within its walls. But just as I felt like I couldn't bear the pain any longer, a passerby recognized me.