Tragedy You Are My Remedy Novels & Stories

this is what this dark room is. My trauma...

Xavier*** I rise—slow, trembling—like a man being dragged from a grave. Every muscle screams, raw and unrelenting, as if grief itself has shredded my skin, replacing it with jagged shards of fire. My bones are burning, my heart a hollow echo, a beat I don't deserve. I gasp for air, but each breath feels like swallowing broken glass, tearing me open again. My fingers curl into fists, not from strength, but to stop them from shaking with the violence of loss. Power lingers beneath my skin, volatile and grief-soaked, pulsing with every heartbeat that shouldn't exist without him.

OUR MATE. I know. I know. I wanted to tell her I knew. But my voice was gone, my throat closed, my entire body paralyzed on that cold marble floor while my world crumbled around me. The basket I'd been carrying—herbs for Elder Margot, because apparently even after five years as Luna I was still running errands like a servant—had scattered everywhere. Rosemary and sage lay around me like funeral offerings. How fitting. The woman's eyes found me first.

His chest stopped pounding and the same with his breathing. I only cry uncontrollably as I keep blaming myself for being stubborn. It was my fault… I should have listened to him… I should have just hid behind that goddamn tree. He promised to stay with me. He promised not to leave me again. Damn this! I hate this! Why does it have to end like this? “Stop the drama. He's dead.” I gasped at her words. Cleo… My lips trembled as fury invaded my chest. Yeah, it's all her fault. She killed my Dad.

My resolves breaks into fragments of dusts. Goddess help me because I am totally fucked. -----

Her voice echoed in my skull: Sex with the one who loves you will cure you. But at what cost? I dropped to the floor beside the bed, clutching Lyra’s limp hand in mine, my tears spilling freely now. “No… please, no…” My voice cracked, raw with despair. My body shook as I pressed her hand to my forehead, my sobs breaking the silence. “I’m cured,” I whispered, the words venom on my tongue. “But not like this. Not without you.” My scream tore from my chest, violent and broken. “No!”

This one met his trauma with utter contempt. Alexander’s voice broke, tiny and full of mourning. All resistance collapsed in him as he gathered every piece of memory, and offered it to her, threadbare: “Our baby girl.” Something in Ophelia’s posture stilled. For the briefest moment, anguish flickered across her face—the shadow of old wounds, pain that ran deeper than he could ever atone for.

"Then don't go. Stay here. We'll find another way." "There is no other way." He pulled free. "Someone has to get inside Apex. Someone has to be positioned to strike when we're ready. And it has to be me because I'm already dead inside. I'm already ruined. Might as well make it count." "You're not dead inside." "Yes, I am." He said it with such certainty that it broke my heart. "The person you fell in love with is no more. Elena. What's left is just wreckage. And wreckage can be useful. Can be weaponized. Can be thrown at the enemy to break things."

I said and finally he hugged me and cried like a young child whose favourite toy had been taken away from him. " I am sorry as well. But I am losing my sanity without her, Adam. I don't want to live like this. Tell me what shall I do?? You are very rich and influential, get the best doctor in the world and get me my Betty back. I can't live without her. " He said crying bitterly. I was feeling too bad for him. I hugged him.

must be something too bad to be true that she needed help from the thing she despised the most to speak up She took in a drag, coughed, then clumsily puffed the smoke out, yet she never let the stick fall off from her hand, bracing herself, she finally took in a deep breath “Mahira is no more,” SLAP!!, your tricks are like a slap on my face, You weed me out from his life, only to entangle yourself with him like a vamp.. dear fate All Hearts !!