The Grieving Gumball Novels & Stories

emoji. I used to comfort myself by saying that she was the CEO of her company and had to be extremely busy, so she wasn't replying to my messages because she was earning money. Only now did I understand that she just didn't have the time to respond to my messages specifically. Even the medical report showing that I couldn't produce viable sperm was fake, something she fabricated because she didn't want to have children with me. I didn't know when I started crying, but tears now blurred my vision.

He sacrificed himself to give me time to fix what I broke. Forty-eight hours to make negotiable death work before Original Death returns and ends everyone. But I can’t move, can’t think, can’t function through the grief.

“They buried their grief incorrectly.” My stomach twisted painfully. “What does that mean?” The answer came from the observers themselves. Broken voices flooding through the signal. “The Mourning was born after Aeris died.” The network dimmed heavily. “Collective grief accumulated beyond emotional processing thresholds.” Nathan frowned sharply. “You created it?” Silence. Then: “Not intentionally.” Cold dread spread through me. Because suddenly I understood. The Mourning wasn’t a creature originally. It was grief. Unprocessed. Suppressed. Abandoned for centuries until it became conscious.

Anthony seemed drunk. The minute he walked through the door, the strong stench of alcohol hit me. Before my ghost friends and I could even guess what had happened, Anthony staggered straight into the bedroom, looking like his soul had been sucked out again. He threw his arms around my urn and suddenly started to sob. My friends were dumbfounded; the cards slipped from my hands and scattered all over the floor.

I don't want him making a mess of the venue. The groomsmen stuffed me into a large plastic tub and carried me out. Through its walls, I could hear the noise of the reception growing louder as we got closer. Thomas' voice boomed from the stage. "What a joyful day for the Gardner family. Thank you all for being here. Now, I'd like to invite our longtime supporter, Mr. Jarvis, to come up and say a few words." He called out a few times, but no one answered. Then one of the groomsmen stumbled, the tub toppled, and I rolled out onto the marble floor. The dirty water inside spilled across the tiles, and the smell spread instantly through the room.

I am a changed man, Damon Chase the player is being wiped away with every drop that falls down my cheek. Morning is here and I have not slept, I don't feel like getting off this chair and go and face the world. Why should I? If I choose to sit and kill myself minute by minute then that is my choice. No one is going to stand up and make it better, no one is going to say, hey here is your heart back or even better, give you back all your tears. The sad truth is that when you laugh, everybody laughs with you but when you cry, I cry all alone.

The realization that her loved ones were forever gone washed over her, a wave of grief that threatened to drown her. Florence slowly opened her eyes, her vision still blurred with tears. There, before her, beside her grandmother and aunt, their faces etched with sorrow. They held her close, their arms offering a comforting embrace. The sight of her loved ones, their faces forever frozen in time, sent a wave of grief crashing over Florence. She broke down, her sobs echoing through the chapel. Her cries were raw and guttural, like the sound of a wounded animal lost in the wilderness. She could not hear herself, but the intensity of her grief was palpable, a testament to the depth of her love f

I couldn't handle it and was drowning in grief. "You were the one who left me gifts and notes at the grave, telling me that he'd just gone to another world and I shouldn't be sad. Tessa, don't you even remember?" I had a toy poodle named Nibbles who was by my side for five years, until someone poisoned him. No matter what anyone said, I just couldn't snap myself out of the grief. Then one day, I found a gift and a note left at his burial site. I didn't know who they were from. It kept happening for half a month. Until one day, I went early and saw Tessa standing there at the burial site.

I thought I was a long way past this. Then, I thought about all those things that everyone had said. You know, the cheesy things about how grief was a process. Maybe this was just part of the grieving process? These days when I thought about Dad, though, I didn’t feel upset. I didn’t feel like I wanted to do nothing for the rest of the day. After all, there in my head, he was smiling at me. It made me wish that I could smile back at him one more time and flash him a double thumbs up like I used to when I walked past his shop on my way home from school.

Ari looks at me with eyes filled with fear and tears, I almost had my baby back and now I'm losing her again. "I love you, Leo," she tells me before I hear a bullet shot. "NOOOOOO...." I don't know who screamed, me or Ace or maybe both. Both girls fall on the ground with blood pooling around them, then a miracle happens, Ari, my baby stand up and run into my arms. I engulf her in a hug keeping her close, no one is going to hurt her anymore. "Tsk, Tsk...That's what happens when you send a baby to do Mans job" The new voice says, making all of us freeze.