Mourning Never Comes Novels & Stories

I say right before I disconnect the call, turn off the device, and put it into my back pocket. For this I need to be alone. … MONDAY MORNING BEGINS WITH RAIN, a slight drizzle that becomes a quick downpour as the day progresses. It's a day of mourning. No one officially died, but it feels as if I've lost everything important in my life. I sit on my bed and watch the raindrops as they slide down the window over the darkening sky outside.

I accepted the jar, cradling it in my hands with a mixture of reverence and sorrow. The weight of the jar felt heavy in my grasp, carrying the essence of my mother's being. The ashes, once a vibrant and vibrant force, were now contained within this fragile vessel. It was a profound reminder of the fragility of life and the eternal bond between a mother and her child. As I watched the mourners disperse, their presence fading into the distance, I felt a deep sense of loneliness. The absence of Madame Beatrice's physical form was now an undeniable reality, and the weight of responsibility settled upon my shoulders.

His voice and his reasoning are getting on my nerves already. “It doesn't matter if I have never met my mate before. He's dead, and there's nothing I can do about it. But, I can always mourn, right?” He nodded his head, but I could still see the confusion in his eyes. After a couple of minutes of silence, he gave up altogether.

NATALIE I can’t believe I'm here right now. I stand among the mourners at Mia’s mother’s funeral. The air is heavy with the scent of lilies and unspoken grief, pressing in on me from all sides. A part of me, a small, shamed part, tries to conjure genuine sorrow, to feel the sting of loss for a woman I barely knew. But the truth is that my presence here is to solidify my relationship with Mia. This funeral is not about mourning; it’s an opportunity.

Aurelia's point of view The chamber was quiet, suffocatingly so. The mourning chants from earlier in the day still echoed in my head, threads of sorrow that refused to loosen. The scent of incense clung to my skin, heavy and bitter, reminding me of the burial, reminding me of the loss that felt like it had cracked something deep inside me. My mother was gone and she won't be coming back, not anymore.

Squeezing his hand once, he looks down at it, smiling. “What we had was never like this.” he mutters, my stomach does a flip and a flop. Don’t read too much into it, don’t be too eager. “Is it strange? To mourn a child that never existed in the first place.” “Of course not, it was real to you. You worked hard to find her.” “But it never existed, it was a lie.” “Your feelings weren’t. Grieve as long as you like, it’s important to you, so take your time.”

His jaw was tight and his eyes were on the water. "Mourning someone you realize you never knew is like standing in a house you've lived in for years and being told the foundation was rotten the whole time. The rooms are still the same but you can't stand in them anymore because you know they could collapse at any second." "Do you hate her?"

No one else but her ? Any number in digits won't justify the amount of thoughts that were running through their mind. The people who were once untouchable of anything and everything in this existence would have never once thought of- Sadness? Never this Grave ! Betrayal? Never this formidable ! Trauma? Never this Excruciating ! Moribunding? Never this insurmountable ! What was it ? And how worse will it get that this?.......

Persephone sighed deeply, glancing at Cassandra. “I don’t want to lose my friends anymore. Ahlum made the right choice.” Breathing out, Persephone walked towards Cassandra, running her finger down her hair. “Hey, how are you?” Persephone asked tenderly, smiling softly at her. “My Lady…” Sitting up, Cassandra looked down, biting her lips in nervousness. “Don’t look down. Grief is a powerful emotion. Mourning is not wrong, especially when it’s not even a day since he passed.” Persephone whispered.

I laughed, shaking my head as they sped on, whooping and hollering as they leaned out the windows, obviously enjoying their new freedom, too. I shook my head, smiling as heat filled my cheeks at having been busted, but it felt good to hear. A moment later, the song ended and Garth Brooks’ If Tomorrow Never Comes came on the radio and I started singing along. It was a sad song, but had such a great message, that if he were to pass away, would the love he gave her be enough to last the rest of her life.