Mourning Never Comes Novels & Stories

Does nobody see me slowly dying? I’m someone who before coming to Matlock, has never experienced any pain or any loss. I’ve scratched my knee here or there but I’ve never broken a bone and I’ve never had to go for surgery. I’ve never lost anyone close to me so I knew nothing about the pain of loss.

I offered her a polite smile, the kind that promised nothing but didn't outright reject. As she prattled on, I found my mind drifting back to the burial. The finality of it all, the stark realization that my mother was gone forever. The club's throbbing energy contrasted sharply with the quiet, mournful atmosphere of the cemetery. It was surreal, this juxtaposition of life and death, of noise and silence.

he began, his voice laced with emotion, "we carry your legacy with us, and your love continues to guide us through life's challenges. We miss you, but we find solace in the love we share as a family." Silence enveloped the room, broken only by the soft flickering of the candle flame. Mauris wiped away tears, a mix of sorrow and gratitude shining in his eyes. We held each other, finding solace in our shared strength and the unbreakable bond we had forged. In the months that followed, Mauris began to bloom like a flower touched by the sun. His grief still lingered, but it no longer overshadowed our lives. We nurtured each other, offering a listening ear and a comforting embrace when the weight

I doubt she’ll say yes to training, but I have to have a reason for coming here. She rolls her eyes, “Find some warrior to help you, that’ll be good enough for what you need.” I nod my head and slip out the door. Mourning makes you act different, one day you can feel good and ready to conquer the world and the next it’s like the loss is washing over you all over again.

This time, the grief wasn't quiet resignation; it was raw, physical agony. Who? My mind screamed. Who is she mourning like this?

There are no tears left. The wolf inside me stirs softly, a low thrum of mourning shared in our growing bond. Not angry. Not defensive. Just… present. A quiet shadow at my side. “I know,” I whisper to my reflection. “I miss him too.” I dress in silence, letting the fabric cling to my cold skin. Every movement feels numb. Mechanical. There is no fixing this. No antidote for death. No medicine for guilt. Outside, the wind shifts. The storm is coming. So is the funeral. And I have never been more certain that this will be the worst day of my life.

Her boss, Jackson, stopped me—and beat me to a pulp. He was a foreigner with a massive business empire, a man as powerful as I was. Still furious, I got into my car and rammed straight into him. But in the end, I failed. I cracked my skull and died on the spot. The only one who cried for me was Polina. Yelena didn't even glance at my corpse. In the end, she got together with Jackson. And I was buried in the earth, swallowed by darkness for all eternity.

“You can go as far as you want… but you’ll never really be gone.” Her trembling hand rested over her heart. “You’ll always be here.” The sky grew darker, clouds heavy with grief. A soft breeze stirred, lifting strands of her hair. And amidst the sobs and silence, it felt as if the world itself mourned with them—knowing that some farewells are never truly accepted.

Not because I wanted to beg, not because I still clung to the foolish hope that he would turn back—but because this was mourning. The death of something that had never even had the chance to live. I tilted my head back, staring at the stars scattered across the sky. They were beautiful, distant, untouched by the sorrow of the world below. Had they ever ached for something they couldn’t have? Had they ever been forced to shine on lovers who could never be?

But his eyes — just for a heartbeat — met mine, and in that instant everything we could not say hung between us, heavy and unspoken. I lowered my gaze and kept walking. Some nights are marked not by what is taken, but by what must be endured. That night, I learned how heavy love becomes when it is carried in silence — and how unbearable it is to watch duty unfold at the expense of hearts that never asked to be involved.