Romans & histoires Temperament Melancholy

Of the ten candidates evaluated, only two met Evan's standards: one man and one woman. Both excelled in administrative skills, which is crucial for secretarial positions, but they needed to adapt to Evan’s fast-paced work style. According to the psychological test results, both candidates were primarily melancholic, indicating they were cautious. This contrasted sharply with Evan, who was a choleric type—dynamic and well-suited for leadership. He approached tasks with speed and efficiency, never exhibiting a slowpoke demeanor.

it’s just different. 46 - days of sadness 13 – full days of despair, not sad, not unhappy, but pure despair!

He plunged forward angrily with a bottle of whiskey in his hand and a whine cup in the other hand, he stood for a while examining her face till she cried out, calling him name that he wasn't which he found highly disrespectful and disgusting. Melvin is a high stock emotionally dead, proud, workaholic 28 year old man who finds female very annoying and emotionally unstable. He has an anti-social personality and is a first class loner. He withdrew himself from the society when he was 21 and an aspiring musician. A dream he dropped for a reason he never spoke about. “Who are you and what are you doing in my room" he yelled. Drunk Louisa plunged into him, held him by the collar and kissed him rou

Gwenevere tapped her chin with her fingers. No, it doesn’t mean that exactly. I however don’t know exactly why the developer of the four temperaments chose to name it that. But that’s what they look like on the outside. Williams couldn’t believe what she was saying. Sad on the outside. He folded his arm and was about picking an offence when he then realized that he hadn’t been called anything that he wasn’t. They are introverts; they hardly allow anyone into their mind. They are pessimistic and have the possibility of harbouring resentments.

I can’t remember him talking to me like this since forever. “You don’t know how I feel,” I quietly said without looking at him. “I know. We have different kinds of pain that we need to fight within ourselves. Your grandmother left because she needs to. She was tired and can we just be happy for her because finally, she can rest now. She’s been suffering for years now, she’s old.”

Your melancholic temperament made me feel that it was a kind of beauty that was stunning. 'There were many times where I particularly wanted to be a person like you. However, I never had such good training, and I could never become a person like you, so I could only be friends with you.' 'However, at this moment, I finally understood that any kind of melancholic beauty comes with a price. Also, this price is incredibly heavy. It's so heavy that it makes you unable to let out a smile. All you feel deep down is just endless pain and sorrow. Only then could you exude that kind of melancholic beauty.'

And it was not only me who was stunned shocked and alarmed. The cursed black waters of Amaputra were known as the most fatal poisons across the entire Claveria and a few of it was only to be harvested in the depths of Valle de la Muerte. The valley of the dead where the infamous vampire king Magnus Monteverde himself was unable to pass through. Gradually, I veered my eyes at the man beside me in despair.

"That rope around my mother's neck... that rope that killed my mom, that thing brought a great fear in me. It's killing me. It's a painful souvenir from the past that always haunts me. H-how can I m-move on, Levi?" Slowly, he looked at me. What even broke my heart was to see him crying again. He was supposedly laughing with me, eating with me with his usual happy face, and teasing me to hell, but with his eyes looking at me so helplessly, and sobbing out his grief made me feel so bad about him. A broken heart transfigured with a funny personality. "Caius..." I whispered as I tapped his shoulder. "I'm t-tired..." he mumbled under his breath.