Novel & Cerita Sorrow Is Not My Name

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.

Making my whole world seem darker as I realized I was already infected with his evil. I dropped the back of my wrist against my forehead in frustration. Feeling so hopeless that I felt the heat of a tear trailing my cheek. And another soon after that. It wasn’t long before I released the tidal wave and let them pour from my eyes. Finally in a safe sanctuary I was able to grieve who and what I’d lost. Who I was before Mathis began his tormenting. So many names rolled through my mind. Mathis, Bethanie, Veline, Udora…And countless others whose names I didn’t even know.

A chilling voice announced solemnly, “Sorrow… sorrow… to the lost soul.” The crowd fell silent. “Sorrow… sorrow… as we lay Sia low.” It actually did get worse with her.

As I stood there, reeling, I thought back to the three years I had spent giving my all to Graham, only to receive his fake affection in return. I thought of my child, taken from me the moment he was born, and how, under Graham's watch, Cassidy had tormented him. The overwhelming rage took over, and before I knew it, I was tearing into Cassidy. Just as Cassidy began to lose the upper hand, she suddenly screamed, begging for mercy, "I'm sorry! I didn't know... Please, let me go… Ah!" With a loud thud, Cassidy's forehead collided with the coffee table in the living room.

Richard I stood in the midst of death and grief, surrounded by the heavy silence that only tragedy can bring. Everywhere my eyes land, there is the corpse of my people, with their loved ones grieving for their loss. Their anguished cries pierced the air, echoing the magnitude of the devastation that had befallen us. Each life lost represented a shattered dream, a void that could never be filled.

As I stared blankly at the gravestone, the elderly cemetery caretaker approached and struck up a conversation with me. "Sir, do you know Old Mr. and Mrs. Sullivan? I don't think I've ever seen you here before." It was such a simple question, yet it made my heart throb in pain all the same. After all, who am I when the place that should have belonged to Jessica's husband had already been engraved with Christian's name? Although I was standing under the sunlight, I felt like some lowly rat that ought to hide in the shadows. How could I stand before these gravestones when I didn't have a respectable identity that I could claim aloud?

I sat under the big tree behind the library.It was the only place that still felt untouched by whispers and stares. The air was still, like the world paused just to watch me break. A soft breeze brushed my cheek, but it couldn’t dry the tears already falling. I buried my face in my palms and let the sobs escape. “I didn’t mean for it to get this far,” I whispered to myself, shaking my head. “I just... In fact,I had not enough reason to set her up badly.

No, that’s not— that’s not possible. “It is.” That doesn’t make sense, my voice came out tighter now. They’re dead. I— I was told they were dead. You were told wrong. Silence hit again. But this time— It was disbelief. How…? He took a step closer. Just… closing the distance. Your real name, he continued, voice steady, “is Aria.” My breath caught. Something about that name— It didn’t feel foreign. It felt like something I had forgotten, not something new.

The way he says my name, his brows furrowed and eyes a sorrowful blue, it does something to me. He doesn't look away; he doesn't let go. He holds me. The sound of my name on his lips after such an absence is the final straw. I explode into sobs, wailing uncontrollably, clutching onto his arm as if it's my last lifeline, my lips trembling with each heaving cry. "I'm sorry," I manage to say through a flood of tears, forcing out the words I've been yearning to utter, knowing that if I don't seize this moment, it could be gone forever.

Was she scared without me by her side? My hand brushed against my bag, and I felt something sticky. The strawberry ice cream had melted. My Bibi would never come back. I collapsed over her bed, crying, my heart breaking. A vast wave of sorrow engulfed me, and everything around me spun before I lost consciousness.