The Life We Bury Book Review Novels & Stories

A bitter smile tugged at my lips. “They lied about burying the bodies,” I said coldly. “Only when they were about to be severely punished did they confess. The bodies were never buried.” I clenched my fists. “These nobles are a tumor. And tumors need to be removed before they destroy everything.” We moved toward the cemetery in silence. The ground there was damp, the scent of earth thick in the air. Caleb joined the other specialists who had arrived to perform the autopsy. They worked efficiently and professionally, while the rest of us stood back, waiting.

That was how he took his life in prison and died. It happened late at night, so by the time the guards found him the next morning, his body was stiff and cold. When I received the news, I slowly crossed Viola and Ron's names off in my notebook and burned the page. From now on, no one would ever pick on me again. And from this point forward, I would finally live my life and enjoy it to the fullest.

"Faking your own death is one thing, but you could've at least left your sister's body behind. At least then Jon Cole would've given up." "He's practically gone insane searching for her everywhere. It's honestly pitiful to watch." Candice lounged lazily against the sofa, her expression unreadable. "I was afraid Austin Ryles would be too upset, so I had my sister's body cremated right away. If Jon wants to keep searching, let him." "After what his family did to force me into submission back then, this is the least they deserve. Think of it as payback." Bitterness flashed through her eyes.

"Someone like your mom, living on the edge of society, what value does she even have? She just takes up space. Linda is young, with a bright future ahead of her. Are you really going to drag her whole life into hell over a dead person?" Shirley jumped in right away, frowning like she was disgusted. "Exactly. Your mom being alive was already a waste of resources. What Linda did was basically a public service.” "And instead of thanking her, you're trying to squeeze money out of this?" I looked at them and calmly dropped the truth. "I think you two are the ones confused. The person lying there is your actual mother. This agreement? No one else signing it will mean anything except you." The mome

“We’d joke about being abandoned kids, but Azaria never said a word about what happened. Just that it wasn’t a good story.” I slid the scroll toward her. “Read it.” She hesitated. Her fingers trembled slightly as she unrolled the parchment. Her eyes scanned quickly, then slowly. Her breath hitched by the end. When she looked up, her face was pale. “This isn’t just some exile,” she whispered. “This is a burial. Like her existence was too dangerous to remember.” I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temples. “Exactly.” Ashley turned to me, voice softer. “Then maybe we’re not meant to unbury it.”

The line crackled. Then the feed cut to black. The silence that followed was suffocating. Luca turned to me. “You said you buried him yourself.” “I did,” I whispered. He stepped closer, voice low. “Then what did you bury, Amara?” “The dead are patient. They wait for the living to forget.”

It was something i never expect to see. "Celebration of life, you left us too soon, you shall forever remain in our heart, Max. There was a picture of her attached to the post. My mind went blank, my heart sunk, my hands were shaking. I could not believe what i was reading. It had to be a joke. There was a date and venue attached to the post. The Burial was taking place tomorrow. I had to see for myself if it was true or not. I leaned back against the leather seat, the city lights blurring past the tinted glass. For years, i had buried the past beneath layers of success and sophistication. But now, with one news, the foundations trembled.

The life I have spent half of, running, hiding, surviving, was never meant to be kept. It was only meant to be borrowed. I was always destined to die. The words i had read and buried deep in my mind, floats back to me casually : ‘A cursed union doomed from the start.’ I stop walking. My heart stutters, then skids to a halt. The book wasn’t speaking in riddles. It was talking about us.

"It was like you had to die for me to finally have a life." The words tasted bitter. Wrong. But they were true. "But when I got what I thought was a life, it came with so much baggage." I traced the letters of her name with my finger. The stone was cold and rough under my touch. "Everyone lies and keeps secrets. Everyone is holding on to something." A breeze rustled through the trees around the cemetery. It carried the scent of earth and decay.