Strange Grief Wants To Retire の小説・ストーリー

The air grew colder as we went deeper, and I felt the pressure change in my ears. The Grief Weaver was in the back storage room. I saw the threads first—thin, gossamer strands that stretched from floor to ceiling like a spider’s web, glowing faintly in the dim light. They pulsed with a slow, rhythmic movement, expanding and contracting like lungs. The host was in the center, suspended three feet off the ground, wrapped so tightly in the threads that I couldn’t see their face. But I could hear them breathing. “Male, mid-forties,” Whitney whispered. “The anomaly’s been feeding on his grief for months. He lost his daughter in the Hollow District collapse last year.”

His tone wasn’t mean, just laced with curiosity—like he had expected drama and was now mildly disappointed not to see me wailing in the streets. I gasped, slapping a hand over my chest. “Oh my jesus! Yes. Crying. Very sad.” I gave Quinn’s arm a firm yank. “Quinn, let’s go. I want to cry.” She didn’t budge. I tried again. “I need to… process this heartbreak. In private.” Quinn hummed, tapping a finger against her chin. “Mm-hmm. Because you’re so devastated.” “Yes. Devastated. Shattered, even.” I turned my back to the stranger, my smile twitching. “Quinn, please. I need… space to grieve.”

Couldn't wait to be out of this country which held nothing but unfortunate memories. Crossing her arms, with a grumpy expression, she threw me an envelope. I caught it with ease. “I don't have the slightest idea why you're quitting this job, Allison. The pay is beautiful, and I can't recall an instance when you've been treated poorly.” She said, twisting her lips in a queer manner. “I'm sorry, I can't stay here any longer. I just lost my parents.” The words were out before I caught myself. I had no intention of inducing pity. And what fastest way of doing that was there, than the news of the death of a loved one?

Her face turned completely pale. I continued calmly, "You said the greatest regret of your life was not being able to marry him, so I decided to help you fix that regret. I met with Vince and told him I was willing to step aside. As long as you could stand in front of everyone and say 'I do,' I would back out completely."

I saw a video of her crying in the car. “She hasn’t come after Meadow again. So let’s focus on destroying Matt for now.” I said coldly. I smiled. I would break Matt one step at a time. Next, I would attack his company. I would bet against his stock. When it falls, I will buy it very cheap and then I will fire him and all his friends. He will have no money left, I will make sure he begs on the street for ever thinking of coming for Meadow and Fiona. And after that, let’s see how he succeeds.

CLAIRE’S POV Grief makes people do strange things. Some people cry until there’s nothing left in them. Some go quiet, like if they make one wrong sound, everything will collapse. And some people… they smile. Not because they’re okay, but because they don’t know what else to do. Riley was the third kind, and it terrified me. “She’s fine.” I turned slowly, staring at Aiden like he had just said something incredibly stupid. “She’s not fine.”

She felt like her world had been shattered, and she didn't know how she could ever live without them. The intensity of grief and sorrow was nearly unbearable, causing Carissa to cling tightly to her foster parents. She longed to turn back time and keep them by her side, but it was too late. Demetrius apologized with a voice full of regret and sadness. Carissa wept, a clear display of the love she held for them. They would forever hold a special place in her heart, never to be forgotten.

I said, my voice catching slightly. Sophie pulled back to look at me, her perceptive eyes studying my face. "Mommy? You look sad. Are you okay?" I wasn't crying, but a profound, suffocating sorrow gripped my throat. I looked at her beautiful, bright face, and my heart broke. I was securing her financial future, yes. But the agonizing truth was... I wouldn't be here to watch her grow up. I wouldn't be here to see her graduate or become a famous ballerina. I had to leave her to protect her sibling.

“ I thought that I would let you be and keep to myself but I realise now that it was a mistake. I should have confronted you about the welcome party you threw for her when you said you were going to attend a gala. I was an idiot for believing whatever you say. In a sense, this is my fault. I didn't even mention that I wasn't feeling well and I missed my parents. In case you forgot, my parents died. They have been gone for a long time and this is where they are buried. That is why I came here to visit them. I'm not some crazy stalker like you think but yeah, you can think whatever. I don't care anymore. You can continue taking care of Anna. She matters more to you than I do.” I lost my compos

I hissed. He frowned, his tone almost pleading. "I swear, this is the last time. I know you're hurting over Gail, so I'm postponing the wedding. We'll give her a proper funeral. If you want to say goodbye, stop fighting me." "Where is she?" I demanded, my voice cracking. He seized my hand, his smile smug when I didn't pull away. But as he led me out, he stopped dead. In the hall, before Gail's memorial shrine, a crowd danced under flashing lights to a thumping beat. Her photo lay crushed under Lori's stiletto, warped beyond recognition.