The Love That Never Really Dies Novels & Stories

“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.” Anais Nin~ . Keenan's POV “We should go,” Taylor’s voice cuts our discussion short and we both turn to her, but her eyes remains on me, and I can tell she's getting bored out with watching me and Rory exchange greeting, “if we want to have lunch before picking Reign up from school.”

“Let’s sit around, Waiting for the sun to rise Let’s sit around, Waiting for the moon to fall By the water As it glistens You could listen, To the sound of your tears To the sound of your tears But remember that I love you, I will forever No matter what happens, To me or you We’ll be together Through the years So as you cry Please listen, To the sound of your tears To the sound of your tears”

It wasn't until he picked that recording pen up… With a slight push of the button, the sounds of him and Beth making love resounded in the room. In a split second, the confused look on Matthew's face was replaced by embarrassment. Lastly, he looked despairing when he heard the message I left for him at the end of the recording. "This is where it ends for us. This is goodbye for good, Alpha Matthew."

Built on love that would outlast everything. Even death. Especially death. Forever.

In love that transcends death. Just like Rachel. Just like Sienna. Just like everyone who shaped this impossible family. The dead are honored. The living continue. And love survives everything. Always. Forever. Complete.

The only woman he had ever loved. Is dying.

That she was just tricked by the Yamato's team. Well, though the truth transpired it was too late now, Clench never regretted to be with her in death. Well, it seems that it was already written on the book of life, where the love story they once built and was broken into pieces, reconnected again, between the tragic of Love and Death.

Not erased. Because love never dies. Never ends. Never becomes nothing. Love transforms. Love persists. Love endures. And Hope's sacrifice was about to prove that truth absolutely.

"Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings." ― Anais Nin The deep voice of the stranger was the first and only thing that greeted her long before her eyelids, which had remained drooping for up to ten hours up until now, pushed open. "Is it possible that you finally woke up, Miss. Lightwood?" His dark blue eyes, which were raging like a windy day's sky, met hers and her heart skipped a beat.

He was stubborn and struggling, and she wanted to help him. Yet over those seven years together, she had unknowingly fallen in love with Oliver. She simply never realized it. Unable to find Oliver, Sharon drowned herself in alcohol day after day. She cried herself to sleep and kept slapping herself. But no matter how much she regretted it, no matter how much pain she felt, it was useless. At last, she understood one thing clearly. Oliver was never coming back.