Mourning Never Comes Novels & Stories

Grace Someone once told me, you can never truly feel the pain of losing someone you have never met. Even if that person is a parent, even if they are blood, if they died before you were born, the grief will never be the same as losing someone you laughed with, spoke to, or held. It isn’t cruel. It’s just how emotions work. You might feel sympathy. You might feel anger on their behalf. You might even feel sadness for what they went through. But you might not feel that deep, hollow pain.

I had been used to it. By now, Blake was wrapped up in his fairy-tale wedding with his first love, Megan Burns, and had no time to say goodbye to my father. His heart had long since drifted, so requesting his presence was meaningless. In fact, we were better off without him. I didn't want him to appear and taint the memorial. As the coffin was lowered into the earth, the weight of loss crushed me. The man who'd loved me unconditionally was gone. Staring at his photo on the tombstone, I couldn't hold it together any longer. My knees hit the cold ground, and a wail tore from my throat, raw and unstoppable.

“I can't wait for My Darling because I have so many unfinished businesses with you that when you get to know about them, you’ll run for your life, but no one will be there to save it not even HIM.” “Come fast Vanilla, otherwise you’ll never know whose this HIM.”

Selena pov I register when something heavy falls on my body and his mark is burning painfully, I know he is dead and that brings me some relief through the pain. I can't move a muscle and it doesn't take long before I feel how my body starts to shut down bit by bit!

I am twenty-four, mourning the loss of my daughter alone, without anyone to ask how I feel. No one cares. “And I didn't?” The words slip past my lips like venom. He says nothing, and I finally understand: I never mattered.

Not dramatically. Just quiet tears into her hands, mourning a love story that never had a chance to begin.

The journey felt both eternal and fleeting, my mind lost in a labyrinth of emotions and unanswered questions. We traveled across vast landscapes, the changing scenery reflecting the passage of time. The familiar sights of the park drew closer, and my heart grew heavier with each passing mile. Finally, the carriage came to a stop at the entrance of the park, where a gathering of mourners had already begun. Stepping out of the carriage, I was greeted by the hushed whispers of condolences and the solemn faces of our family's closest friends. The air was thick with sorrow, a palpable weight that hung over the park. I took a moment to compose myself, straightening my mourning attire and wiping aw

The words hung in the air, a testament to the enduring ache that Sophia's departure had left in his heart. Margaret, Sophia's grieving mother, nodded in solemn agreement. Tears welled up in her eyes, reflecting the pain that words struggled to convey. "I never thought I'd have to bury my child. It's a pain I can't put into words." Her grief, etched on her face, resonated with the profound sorrow that no parent should endure.

Her absence was a constant ache, a wound that wouldn't heal, a silence that was deafening. The grief was not merely overwhelming; it was an all-consuming tidal wave that swept them away, a relentless storm that tore at the very fabric of their beings. They cried for her, their tears a never-ending river of sorrow, their sobs a symphony of pain that seemed to resonate with the very universe. They held each other, their bodies wracked with agony, their minds shattered by a loss so profound that words were woefully inadequate.

"I haven't been eating properly. It'll correct itself." "In that man's house." "Mum." "I'm not starting anything." Neva came to stand beside her at the glass. For a moment neither of them spoke. The city moved below them, indifferent and constant. "I just need to say one thing and then I won't say it again." Corinna closed her eyes briefly. "Say it."