Under Love's Heavy Burden Do I Sink Novels & Stories

I was stabbed so many times that I lost count. Right before I blacked out, I heard my sister-in-law, Maeve Cohen, laugh manically at me. "Honestly, I'm not any worse than you in looks or education. Why did you get to marry the handsome, rich brother? He's long gone, and after you’re dead, all you have will be mine!" I died unwillingly under her triumphant laughter. Maybe fate took pity on how unfair everything was. I was given one more chance.

Pain spread through her body in sharp, stabbing waves. She tightened her jaw and tried to struggle free. The harder she tried, the more trapped she felt. Her face grew pale. Sweat formed slowly on her forehead. Suddenly, the heart monitor at the bedside let out a loud, piercing alarm. Sophia smiled. “Want to know? Why don’t you check for yourself?” She tilted her head. Her fingers lightly touched Henry’s face. Her voice stayed soft and intimate. “You love me so much. Why are you still unwilling to take responsibility?”

I never expected them to take advantage of a moment when I wasn’t paying attention and put Tom into the trunk of my car. By the time I reached my new place and opened the trunk, I saw Tom lying inside the pitch-dark space, crying so hard he could barely catch his breath. There was a message from Mom on my phone. "Natalie, Sophia still has an engagement to follow through with, and we’re too old to take care of a child. Whether this baby is yours or not, just take him in for now."

*EMILY* As I walked through the door of my apartment, a wave of overwhelming sadness crashed over me. The weight of my burden pressed heavily upon my shoulders, threatening to shatter the fragile facade of strength I had painstakingly constructed. Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision as I stumbled towards the couch, my legs buckling beneath the weight of my sorrow.

He crossed his legs, folded his arms across his chest, and leaned back with pleasure. I cursed myself internally. *My love has concrete feet* *My love's an iron ball* *Wrapped around your ankles* *Over the waterfall* *I'm so heavy* *Heavy, heavy in your arms* *I'm so heavy* *Heavy, heavy in your arms* Her eyes were slightly narrowed, her lips were shaping with the notes. But most of all, I was caught by her hands. It was as if her fingers were keeping an invisible rhythm. She was flowing with the song. Without forcing, without struggling. Natural, instinctive. A body moving with her voice...

Ignoring every warning from his subordinates, he piloted a speedboat himself into those uncharted waters. As the waves crashed against the hull, his mind swirled with memories—each one a blade of regret. Then, without warning, the sky darkened. The sea roared to life, rising in furious waves that swallowed the boat whole. Three years ago, in waters just as cold and merciless, I had given him the only life preserver. The image of my resolute face had been the last thing he saw before sinking into darkness. Now, tossed helplessly in the same icy depths, his thoughts blurred into that moment—my eyes, my voice, my final act of love.

"About why you came here. About the revenge. About everything." The room went quiet even when the remaining two were listening. I looked at my cup and the tea was dark and the steam rose and the warmth seeped into my hands. "Not yet," I said. "Well, he deserves to know a bit of the truth before it hits him." "He deserves a lot of things. But he does not deserve to carry my burdens." "That is not how love works." Raven's voice was gentle. "Love means sharing the heavy things. Not just the light ones."

But he's really not breathing at all. It hurts so much that my girlfriend is the murderer. My world began to turn upside down. I don't know what to do. I'm cold inside, my heart feels numb, even my whole body. I'm not foreseeing things like this. "Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"My cries echoed in the entire room. I'm weak and helpless.

Clutching my face, I steeled myself against the stabbing pain in my abdomen and the tears threatening to fall. Through the haze of my blurred vision, his face slowly dissolved into a vague silhouette. No matter how much I tried, I couldn't reconcile the hateful man in front of me with the one who once pledged a lifetime of love.

It was as if a heavy burden had been lifted off his shoulders, freeing him, from the suffocating grip, of anxiety. "I cannot believe I have lived all this while, believing that I was infected by the disease, I pushed a woman I love so dearly away, to which I am going to have to pay dearly for right now, and now, it is all a lie? He asked out loud, causing his mother to drop her tears freely, as she gets up to console her son. In her arms, Myles found solace, while thinking of what next to do. As the truth finally sank in, Myles, couldn't suppress the overwhelming flood of emotions. A sense of libration washed over him, mingled with a profound sense of gratitude towards his mother, for her un