Shameless Us Season 6 Novels & Stories

Alannah moved my grave overnight, far away from her. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. I sat atop my new grave, watching the view. Under the sunlight, my soul slowly began to fade. Just before I disappeared, I thought I heard a soft sigh. "I’m sorry, Xavier."

I wanted nothing more than to tear them to shreds right on the spot, but I held back. "Let's start." This round, I rolled first. A five and a six. Eleven. Everyone turned to Shane nervously. But he only smiled confidently and gave the dice cup a casual few shakes. Lifting the cup, he revealed two sixes. 12—boxcars. All the strength drained out of me, and my face went deathly pale. A few classmates approached Shane, trying to persuade him. "Come on, just forget it, Shane. We're all classmates here. There's no need to involve someone's life."

He held my hand, promising, "I'll remember that forever, and I'll never make such a mistake again." He'd forgotten again a mere six months later. The scorching sunlight at noon burned my shoulders and back. In stark comparison, I felt as though my heart had been submerged in ice water, gradually cooling down until no warmth was left. I let out a derisive chuckle before returning to the stage. After turning to our friends and family waiting there, I announced calmly, "The marking ceremony is canceled." Later, I slowly tore the silver feathered wedding gown I'd worn 66 times into shreds, ripping up the remnants of dignity holding this relationship together.

Saturday crept in like a whispered apology. Sunlight spilled through the blinds, warm and soft, but Maya kept her face buried in the pillow. She didn’t want light. She didn’t want warmth. She wanted silence, stillness—nothingness. The sting of slush on her neck still lingered in her skin, even after three showers and a bottle of detergent. But worse than that was the soundless weight of shame. No words. No comfort. Just the echo of laughter in the hallways, and that damn photo that refused to disappear from her head.