เรื่องเศร้า Novels & Stories

I'm sorry. __________________________________________________________

Something was wrong. •••

I wish to make them both wished they were dead than to be alive and suffer my torment. I noticed I was becoming too bitter, angry and resentful. I've never wished my enemies misfortune before, neither have I laughed at someone else's misfortune because I've been there, I knew what I'd feel like, but right now all I deeply wished for was to see them both burn to the ground. I wanted so bad to snap their necks whenever I remembered or took a glance at them, I wanted to end their lives at any cost. It was this rage that made me loose guard and refused to focus on the important things in front of me.

Jenna gives her a big hug and I quickly join in. Suddenly she sobs into my arm and I look at her. “What’s the matter?” I ask scared things might be more complex. “No, nothing. I am just so insanely happy, he makes my world whole.” She tries to wipe away her tears and we pull her in a little closer. Our little Laura, completely struck down by the bond.

Surely it was not that difficult to persuade them into believing her. "I'm not supposed to divulge my friend's personal problem this way, but this is a serious emergency. Mrs. Chapman is an old friend of mine. I just accidentally met her here and we had a talk during dinner. She is utterly depressed because of her marriage failure. That's why she is traveling on her own. She said strange, dreadful things, and after hours of thinking, I just realized that she implied that she was going to end her life. Tonight. In this hotel."

The days she…. “Dude, dude,” Brian’s voice drags him back to reality. “Dude, you are drifting off again!” He rubs his face with his palm and sighs dejectedly. “Sorry, man,” he apologizes. “Malcolm, I know you don’t like hearing this but I’m your best friend and I have to tell you the truth. Dude, you’ve got to move on. Yvette is gone and she is never coming back.” “I’ve moved on,” Malcolm says to him.

He had never imagined such a disaster could happen in a deal he had spent a year negotiating. At that moment, Sandra dropped to a deep ninety-degree bow, tears streaming down her face as she pleaded loudly, "I'm sorry! This has nothing to do with Mr. Ulrich! Don't scold him! I failed to discipline my child. Please forgive me, give me a chance to make it right!" The partner, startled, barked back, "I'm talking to Grayson! Who are you? How dare you ask me for forgiveness?" Sandra's tears fell in a torrent. Her shoulders shook, her posture small and pitiful, looking both wronged and helpless.