The Day Love Died นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I had four days left before the poison consumed my organs entirely. All I wanted was to spend whatever time I had left with the woman I loved, but I could not reach her. The next day, I learned that Enzo Marchetti, the first love she had never forgotten, had returned from overseas. "Let's get divorced. The love of my life is back." I clutched my chest as a searing pain tore through it. "I'm at the family hospital. I've been poisoned. The doctors won't let me leave.” Her voice turned sharp and cruel. "I don't care if you're poisoned or dying. Even if you drop dead the next second, you need to come back and sign the papers." The last trace of warmth inside me went cold. I answered calmly,

He roared, "Clarisse, Clarisse, I'm sorry! I love you... I heard that people become ghosts after death. You should come back to see or claim my life! Don't hide. I know you're here. Show up and let me take a look... I'm sorry. I'm sorry..." At the end of his sentence, he kept slapping his face, his eyes red like a trapped beast. He finally said he loved me, but it was after I died. However, it was too late, Connor. He got exhausted from crying and lay on the bed with my ashes. The next day, he went to the police station and resigned as a forensic doctor. Then, I watched him live like a zombie. He stayed at home every day. Besides doing chores, he held my urn. I floated aside with a frown and

“We’re gonna die, Damien! Oh God, we’re gonna die on our wedding day!” I wrapped both arms around her, pulling her tight against me. My own heart was hammering so hard I thought it might burst. “No. Listen to me, Kim. Look at me.” Her eyes were wide, filled with tears. “We are not going to die. You hear me? I’m not letting anything happen to you. Not today. Not ever.” She shook her head, sobbing. “In case we don't make it, I’ll love you even in death. I’ll love you after death too. Nothing can separate us.”

I always remembered the disgusted look on his face when he said, “Moon, don’t act like a spoiled child, and don’t expect me to help you. You’re not like everyone else. You killed the people I loved.” Suddenly, I felt a wave of sadness. Even as a spirit, I could still feel emotions. In any case, they easily decided on my final plans, and I approved of their decision. After the cremation, I would not have to stay in this world anymore. Three days later, I started to fade away as I was pushed into the incinerator. Nathan seemed to feel my presence. With tears in his eyes, he looked up and almost yelled, “Moon, it’s me! Why won’t you see me? I know I was wrong. I’m sorry.

“I hate it when you cry.” “Then don’t fucking die on me. Please.” His eyes soften, storm-gray dim but warm. “Do you know I’ve loved you since that night at the club?” he whispers. “And I’m happy even if I die now because you won’t be alone—there’ll be a token of my love for you to carry.” I’m sobbing loudly now, rubbing his hands to keep them warm. “You’re not dying. Don’t you dare die on me. I haven’t told you I love you yet.”

“Just wait a little longer. Everything will end in three days. I’ll make it up to you properly then.” He left in a hurry. It was the same way he always coaxed me, soft and familiar. Once, it had been enough to make me yield every time. However, I felt nothing but disgust now. I wiped my hand over and over with a tissue, as though I was trying to erase his touch. I let out a cold laugh as I watched him from behind. He still did not know that I would be leaving this country the day after tomorrow. He also did not know that the moment my sister died, whatever we had died with her.

You're my lover and my savior. He kissed the back of my hand with such tenderness and devotion that, when I later learned he had a girlfriend all along, I thought I must be dreaming. By our fifth year together, Tyler was swamped with schoolwork, and I frequently went an entire day without hearing from him. More often than not, I would wait for his reply until I could no longer keep my eyes open anymore. The next day, the only thing waiting in our chat was a short reply. "In class right now. Can't talk."

It’s been 4 days since I stayed with River. And every single day has been filled with so much love and happiness that it doesn’t even make sense. How could this beautiful woman make me, someone who has admittedly never been in love, feel how I’m feeling. I didn’t think something this wonderful could ever happen for me. Her smile brightens my day, her laugh makes my chest warm, her kisses make my skin tingle. And I know that as soon as she leaves I will inevitably be heartbroken. And after my heart gets broken by her, I don’t think I’ll ever be the same.

"If you choose her today," I swallowed a sob. "I'll die, Atlas," My husband, Atlas Volkan, froze at the door. He unhooked his arm from my sister's and marched forward. I forgot how to breathe as he approached me, the scent of his cologne invading my nose like an addiction. How do you love someone to the point of loathing yourself? "I have always chosen her." His words stabbed me in the chest. Turning the dagger, he continued. "Today is her big day and if you love me, don't ruin it."

As the rain continued to pour down heavily, Everly thought back to the dreadful night in the past and to the one moment when she met the unexpected event that led to her current situation. Before he closed his eyes for the final time, he smiled and said, "Everly, my love... Don't cry for me. Always remember that I love you, now and forever. If there's a next life, I will still love it. Goodbye, my love." Soon he slipped away into his endless sleep, surrounded by the darkness of the trees and the cries of his beloved Everly. Deep aches cascaded in her heart as she watched him die in her arms. She tried waking him up again but he wasn't opening his eyes.