Sorrow Is Not My Name Novels & Stories

I saw a lot of people looking at me, I even saw Aunt Lorreta running towards me but I choose to ignore it, I don't want any of them come near at my life again. I continue walking with a heavy heart when I saw a car coming towards me, I tried to close my eyes but I heard the car stopped as well. I found my self lying on the ground, with a bruises on my feet and looking so dirty. I saw a women coming out to the car, I look at her and when my eyes adjusted I found out that it was my friend Alliah. She was crying and running towards me, I smiled at him with those puffy eyes. "I'm sorry, I was too late" she hugged me and cry together with me.

It is hard to get my head around , can you hear the voices behind the shadows?My silent plea, my beggings,the scars on me are telling thier stories. I know its selfish to ask for more but this pain is more than fire. My sorrowed heart only holds one name Johan a person it can't seem to find .Behind the shadows i am told time will heal my wounds and that my grief is worth it .Its hard when you find out that you are not as importante to someone as you thought .Imagine cutting your finger the pain, the brief confusion before you notice the blood . See the light grab it all before you experience the darkness life has in store.

"I wish I could forget. Those memories are simply too painful for me, yet every scar reminds me that I can't." Karina was about to continue, but Nicholas couldn't bear to listen any longer. His Adam's apple bobbed as everything he had planned to say before coming was swallowed back down by the weight of each scar. What else could he say? All the words he had prepared now boiled down to just one sentence. "I'm sorry. I didn't know. I truly didn't know. I was deceived too." Karina felt even more disappointed. "You keep saying you've repented, but you still don't understand where you went wrong. Rowena is indeed despicable, but none of you are innocent either."

Pregnancy. The third wheel. Those words kept swirling in my mind, causing my eyes to fill with tears. I kept gulping down glass after glass of liquor, thinking maybe I could gather the courage to march up to them and throw it in their faces. But my body wouldn't listen. I remained frozen on the spot, trembling with hurt, and my voice was stuck in my throat. The people at the next table, tipsy from their drinks, suddenly started calling out to Adrian.

I knew you didn't do anything wrong, but I still got you tangled up in this mess. Before I could finish reading the text, a tidal wave of emotion hit me, and my phone slipped from my limp fingers, crashing to the ground. I crouched down, cradling my head in my arms, as tears of utter hopelessness streamed down my face. My world used to be a place of endless gray. Loving Thomas was like a beacon in the darkness, my second faith. All of a sudden, they were telling me... It was all a lie... All those moments of misguided love, the feelings I poured out, the pain I went through… It was all one big, cruel joke.

I sat by the window and took a deep breath, trying to hold back the tears. Don’t cry. Don’t cry for someone who doesn’t want you. But it was useless. My hands trembled as I opened my bag and pulled out a piece of my heart. One of my paintings. A portrait of Aaron. The tears finally fell.

At least, I was very happy and content with where I was now in life. … [Ariana's POV] When I found out that Zack was marrying someone else, I locked myself in my room and drowned my sorrows in alcohol. Ultimately, it was my assistant, Rory, who sent me to the hospital after keeping tabs on me all night at my door. After waking up in the hospital, I stared at the white ceiling above me in a daze. The pungent smell of disinfectant stung my nostrils and made me feel nauseated. I couldn't stop thinking about the past, when Zack and I still used to be together.

“The bond never lied.” My vision blurs. Five years. Five years of careful lies, calculated obedience, precise masks. Worthless. The final walls inside me crumble. I sag against the stone, the strength bleeding out of me now that there is nothing left to defend. My throat aches. My lungs burn. The weight of the truth presses down so hard I can barely stay upright. “My name,” I whisper, my voice raw from screaming, “is Saphra Emberfang.” The name feels like a blade in my mouth.

Only the feeling that something final has happened. Am I really dead? I should cross the line. I could have. But something tugs at me, pulling me back. It isn’t fear or unfinished duty or vengeance. It is warmer, deeper. A gravity that speaks in a voice of a single name. Kendric. His name is a tether wrapped around my spirit, burning with sorrow, love, and a pain so deep it splits the void. I can feel him. His grief is like storm clouds brewing on a hot summer day. Somewhere, far beneath the evil that separated us, he is screaming my name. Holding my body and refusing to let go.

The room, once filled with warmth and familiarity, now felt cold and unfamiliar, mirroring the emptiness he felt within. The walls witnessed his vulnerability as he let out his anguish, his cries blending with the shadows that enveloped him. The echoes of Sukoon's hurtful words still reverberated in his mind, piercing his soul with a fresh wave of sorrow. It was in that moment of despair that Vihaan allowed himself to grieve, to release the pent-up emotions that threatened to consume him.