Novel & Cerita Under Love's Heavy Burden Do I Sink

“Get lost! Don’t touch her! She’s afraid of pain!” He fell on his knees on top of the blood. Then, with trembling hands, he tried to piece my broken body back together. Blood instantly soaked his suit red. But he hugged my mangled body tightly and pressed his face against my bloody hospital gown as he howled, “Elena, get up! I won’t force you to do things you don’t want anymore! I won’t marry Jody! Get up! Save her, doctor! Take my blood and heart! Save her!”

She went on and on about everyday life, like she was reporting results to a loan officer. The wind swept through the cemetery, carrying the scent of burning memorial candles from a nearby grave. I felt a pull. From the sky—or from beneath the earth. My spirit began to fade. In this world, my "purpose" had been served. I was this family's bad debt—now written off. I was this family's asset—now liquidated. I looked at the new strands of white in Mother's hair, at Stephanie's straightened back, at the hardened resolve in Jamie's eyes.

“Sweetheart, it must’ve been so uncomfortable sleeping here last night. The floor is so hard. It’s so dark. And you didn’t even have me to hold you…” Just like she used to every day, she picked me up. I had always been so light. Now, I seemed unbearably heavy. Still, she clenched her teeth and carried me, stumbling toward the door. As she passed Dad, he asked coldly, “Where are you going?” She didn’t answer. “If you walk out, don’t come back. “I won’t let a lunatic be my son’s mother.” His words felt like shards of ice driven straight into my chest.

he whispered, his voice filled with both passion and tenderness, "our love will endure." Tears welled in my eyes as I gazed into his soulful eyes, my heart bursting with a love that defied the darkness surrounding us. "Together, we are stronger," I murmured, my voice filled with unwavering devotion. "Our bond will guide us through the shadows, and we will emerge victorious." But even in our moments of tenderness, the weight of our mission and the impending battle loomed large. The name of the Weaver, hidden within the forgotten depths of the Silverwood's history, remained elusive, and the Weaver's darkness threatened to consume all that we held dear.

Suddenly, there was a blackout. Huh?. My mind drifted to the mall,in the dressing room. There was a blackout also. Geez. What's going on... I fished out my phone from my purse and as I clicked on the flashlight , the lights came back on. Oh, thank God. I sighed and off the lights on my phone. My eyes caught with Darrel's friends and I furrowed my brows. They all stood beside each other and suddenly they began singing . *Someone ...has finally fallen in love ....*

I found myself saying whatever came into my mind "Ooh no. It's not weed, my dear." He said, moving to the side before me, caressing my cheek, "its love. I am drunkard in love with you" I tried to push him away, but he was too heavy. He stunk of alcohol. My body gave way. "What have you done to me?" I asked in a confused state

The intensity of our passion grew, our bodies pressed together, our hearts beating as one. Moments after each lovemaking, he would wait for some moments, whispering love words into my ear. It felt like I was drowning in the depths of our desire, and I knew that I would never want to surface. I was home, in Angus's arms, and I would stay there forever, even if it would cost me everything.

Along with Zachary's exertion, my body slid out of the sack. Battered by the waves and the weight of the yacht, my corpse had long since been shattered beyond recognition. Even I felt nauseated at the sight of my own remains. Just now, Zachary's shoe had stomped straight through me, leaving a pitch-black hole in my body. "W-What the hell is this?" He quivered. "Where's Sierra? Didn't I tell you to bring her here?"

The more she weakened, the heavier my heart weighed. In the midst of her struggle for life, Edwina's body was drenched in sweat, a visible manifestation of the agony she endured. Unable to hold my tears, I watched in silent despair as my love fought against the intruding darkness. The burden of staying strong seemed almost impossible, especially when the very essence of my strength seemed entwined with hers. As the chariot rolled on, every moment without Edwina's laughter and warmth felt like a thousand swords piercing my heart simultaneously. The sight of her in pain was unbearable, and an overwhelming sense of despair overwhelmed me.

The only things I could eat was something that wasn't going to be too heavy. Speaking of heavy, literally, life itself is heavy, and almost everyone's heart is heavy based on their pain points and experiences. As for me the only heaviness I have in my heart which I would like to call burden is keeping those around me save even if it meant sacrificing everything God has given me for that.