Tragedy You Are My Remedy นิยาย & เรื่องราว

My voice trembled, barely a whisper. A sharp pain shot through my chest, suffocating me with an unbearable weight of remorse. My legs moved on their own, stumbling toward the cliff's edge. The ground beneath me felt like it was crumbling, and my knees nearly gave out. Memories of her, of us, rushed through my mind like a merciless tide—every smile, every fight, every time I had hurt her. And now… now she is gone! "No! She'll live!" I shouted, my voice cracking with desperation. I turned to the people around me, my gaze wild. "Call the healer! She will still live!"

Ellaya knelt on the cold, damp ground, her fingers trembling as they traced the jagged edges of the gravestone. The biting wind clawed at her skin, its chill settling deep into her bones. Her hair, disheveled by the relentless breeze, clung to her tear-streaked face. The night wrapped around her like a shroud, heavy and unforgiving, as the venomous words of the man she once loved echoed mercilessly in her mind. *“I regret meeting you. I regret marrying you—even if it was only on paper, even if it was for revenge.”*

“Aaaaah! Please bring back my son’s life. I’m b-begging you, p-please…” “D-don’t do this to me…” He’s my only strength right now, but if he’s gone. Then why should I still keep going? This f*cking life of mine is too draining. This suffering has to be put to an end now. My feet slowly drag me to the cold waves, and my white dress follows the wind as some of my hair were blocking my face. The unstoppable tears were now fully gone, but the pain? It’s too unbearable. This scene screams nostalgia, as Kendra’s body turned to ashes, Martini’s betrayal, Achilles’ and his men killing us, and now my baby…

The sun is setting beyond the hazy horizon outside the window, and I am completely alone in this otherwise dark room but for the light from a few of candles. I lean back against the pillow and suddenly a stabbing pain emerges in my left shoulder. A splinter of moonstone protrudes from my flesh, glinting in the candlelight as I look down. I don't care that I need it to heal me; I pull it out and throw it on the ground. I'm probably here because I don't care that I could still need it to stabilize my heart. Rather, I fix my gaze on the plaster-tiled ceiling, my eyes watering from tears as my sadness replays itself in my mind. Althea is accurate. Never will I be one of them. I'm not worthy at a

dear fate, is that how you treat my fragile heart? All Hearts !!

sad irony of fate, since now this company belongs to you. - Edgar's words left me deafened for a few seconds, in my mind I mulled over the pain, to see the situation in which I found myself, and above all to feel now the crushing weight of grief eating away at me. - You killed him, you killed him so that the company wouldn't be sold... you are horrible...

~The story of my life moves in rhythm to chaos along with a mesmerizing harmony of your voice engraved in my soul but all of them are buried in those graves of remorse~ In your life you meet people, some become your ravage, some become your redemption but if the same person becomes both your devastation and liberation then what would you do? Well, I took the side of ravage and still regret it now.

My shoulders sag; ache drips through me again like slow tar. Alcohol. I need something stronger than remorse. I stalk to Yemaya’s prized bar cart—gold-framed, usually groaning with bottles she snaffles from grateful clients. Tonight: a sad quarter-bottle of Whispering Angel rosé hiding behind pickled olives and an ancient bottle of Angostura bitters. “Seriously?” I mutter, rattling shelves as though booze might magically respawn. Cupboards: nothing. Fridge: tonic water and kale. The universe is mocking me.

Kinsley yelped as her magic was shot back at her with a sharp sting and stumbled before swearing and steadying herself as Weaver waved their other hand and deflected the backlash of magic from hitting them. “It’s like it’s going after his internal organs, everything feels like there's a necrosis to them.” Kinsley said as she pulled her long dark waves into a messy bun and away from her face as Liam ran into the room with everything Weaver sent him for, clearing off a portion of the desk so he could set them down, quickly moving and setting the candles down in 5 points around the room.