Tragedy You Are My Remedy Novels & Stories

Caleb's finger had been cut by the metal edge of the gift box, and blood was seeping out. But he seemed to feel no pain, just staring blankly at my ring. "Uncle… he treats you very well," Caleb murmured, his voice thick. "Cliff roses, pink diamond rings, moonstone necklaces…" "He gives you everything I couldn't." I was silent for a moment, not quite understanding the depth of his regret. "Caleb, you chose to refuse two years ago," I said calmly. "It's too late to regret it now." "I know," Caleb gave a wry smile. "I just wanted to prove that I could also…"

Out of options, I dropped to my knees and slapped myself twice. "I'm sorry. I was wrong before. Please, be the bigger person. I'm begging you to send three or four people, or even just one or two, to come with me! Cyril's life is hanging by a thread. Even if you don't care about me, at least remember that your job is to save lives."

“Is he in the medical field?” “He’s dead.” Ava’s eyes flicker to her, understanding. “I’m sorry to hear that.” It’s the normal courtesy to say when people hear of your loss but it feels more genuine to hear coming from someone who went through the same thing. Mia wonders how she lost her boyfriend. She doubts Ava experienced the same ordeal as hers. She doubts Ava was ecstatic when the lights went out of her boyfriend’s eyes. Because Mia certainly did. And she will do anything to watch it happen all over again.

Tasting my own salty tears, I made no effort to stop crying. Command me to be well Amen, Amen, Amen.... Take me to church I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies; I’ll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death; Good God, let me give you my life... - Hozier ******************** Chapter One:

The direction to a better day is still deep in doubt and confusion, but bombarded with hopes and tears. Your every movement shall dictate how the sun will rise. Your every wave and dance shall set how the stars will appear tonight. Your every reason of spontaneity shall trigger the waves of insanity. Your every word shall be mixed with the harshful results of rage and grief. And as I lay here half asleep beyond the mourning voices of the afternoon, All I could mouth is the signature of sorries and the seek of forgiveness I could never redeem. All I could do is close my eyes and breathe the fragile situation that I have messed up.

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.

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!”

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * You are the trouble I'm in * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Jax carried on further and Zara could feel her cheeks heat up by their closeness and the intense stare with which Jax looked at his mate. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * You are you are, my favorite medicine You are you are, you're where the edge began * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *