He searched for something, a pulse, a sign. Anything that would indicate she was still there, still alive. There was nothing. No pool of blood or tears to drown his sorrows, just a pit of emptiness in the bottom of his heart, a void that could never be replaced. Holding her weakened body closer to him, if possible, he left a sweet kiss on her forehead. A trail of dried tears stained his cheeks as he hummed softly to her in an attempt to bring her back. Beside her lifeless body lay an empty bottle. Unfortunately it wasn't the kind you'd keep your water in if you were going out for a quick jog. Nor the kind the milk man would leave on your doorstep. It was the type that you could only get from the chemist. One that you had to have a prescription for and even then you could only take a certain amount each day. This specific bottle once held many tablets, pills that were intended to relieve the pain. He knew there was nothing left he could do for her, there never was. Nothing could save her now. She was long gone, her body stone-cold her eyes rolled to the back of her head. He was too late. If only he would've arrived earlier..He scolded himself numerous times,before realizing no good would come out of it. No one was sure of what happened behind closed doors and Liam wanted answers. So many questions so little time. What could have possibly made her want to end her own life? Who would want to put her through so much pain just to see her crumble? Tess always seemed so strong, she would never let anyone get the better of her or take advantage. So what really happened? There was surely more to it. Something beneath the surface, that was yet to be discovered. Time was up; they were already here. Waiting for him to release her body ... ... middle of paper ... ... she was gone did he see all of these things. Maybe it was guilt taking over, because he wasn't there for her when she needed him the most. No, it couldn't be. Liam could no longer feel; he was in a sense, numb. The feeling of having your heart ripped out of you, being chewed up, spat out and walked all over was slowing starting to subside. Although, in that moment he knew he would never love anyone as much as he loved her. Even though he had denied his feelings for her more times than he could count, he knew deep down he had always felt such love and compassion for her. In time maybe they could be together. Dead or alive. Obviously she wasn't going to come back any time soon; maybe he'd have to wait until his time had come. But you never know what's around the corner. There's always something to live for. Always someone that loves you..even if they don't show it.
and the life he knew was now gone . All he could do now was cry , the only way he knew
He turned his head toward me and peered at me through swollen eyes. “I begged her not to go with him,” he said quietly. “Do you hear me, I begged her!”
No matter how much he put her through, she kept fighting for her life. I was confused by this because, in my eyes her life was completely over. I did not see how she could ever live a functioning life after all of the things that she went through. I would have thought that this reality would have been a reason for her to give up and choose fiction. Fiction would have been the easy way out of the pain, loses, and suffering that she faces and would continue to face. Then I thought to myself that is what makes humans amazing. Being able to endure the challenges of life and keep going. Originally, I thought she was a fool to keep going then I realized that she was strong. If I was her I would have chosen my reality
He can hear her steps down the stair to the cellar. He almost burst into tears. Patrick knows that he can’t give up now, not after he have broken her heart and made up everything so she can leave him. There was no Rebecca, he had no son, his parents didn’t force him into this marriage he was the one who made things look like that both their parents wanted them to get married. Patrick was afraid that she wouldn’t agree to this marriage. I can’t stop now, Patrick thought to himself it’s working she’s believing it; he told himself to hold back the tears but one still slip down his cheek.
could possibly be more afraid of death than him than he seemed to be about her
She had been crying in the dark, trying so hard to sleep but it just wouldn't come to her. It was then that she heard the door creek open, she saw Gus there, staring at her in the darkness. She could feel what he wanted, even from that far away. He moved
She knew that she would weep again when she saw the kind, tender hands folded in death; the face that had never looked safe with love upon her, fixed and gray and dead.
We cried together, hugged one another, and helped each other. We all traveled to her room and saw that the door was closed. Nobody dared to go inside since her husband was still in there. Eventually, he opened the door. His eyes a pinkish red, and bags from not getting any sleep. Close family members filed in. Terrie’s daughter came back and told me that I could come in. I saw her body, still and peaceful. She told me that it was good that she’s not here because now she is painless and has hair. I slowly walked over on the right side of the bed. I stroked her hand and kissed her soft
pitiful battered body was mercifully dead, her suffering was not at an end. The boys then
...dition, so the doctor thought that this weakness was the reason she died.What really killed her was being put back into the role that was forced and expected of her. When her husband walked in, all of her feminine freedom vanished.
It felt so dragged out because all I wanted was to see him and tell him the news. Our connection felt different, phone calls were made shorter and they weren’t as frequent. I missed him. Two nights had gone by without a phone call or even a message. This wasn’t typical of Luke. I was becoming increasingly worried. I tried to distract myself from the situation and went to Atlanta to visit my parent’s for the weekend. This provided a distraction from my despair. When I arrived home, the flat fell silent. I sat aimlessly on the sofa, starring at the telephone, hoping that maybe it would ring. I tried turning my television on but I was oblivious to anything around me. I didn’t know what to do with myself. I knew something was wrong. Fifty-five minutes passed, as I stared at the phone. That was when I heard it
Personal Narrative There lay her limp body staring up at us. Her cold eyes were no longer
However her constant bad luck caused her to make bad judgements which then caused us the readers to believe it is fate. To conclude Tess’s innocent and beauty proved to do her no good and she was also unaware of her sexuality. Her lack of common knowledge and wanting from her also made her susceptible to other men.
Like so many innocent, selfless girls, untouched by the world, I forgave him. The pain dispersing through my body reminded me that I was strong and all I needed to do was heal. I would cry without tears at first, the sadness inside me so intense, that the hollowness in my heart would weigh me down. My heart’s deep hollowness was so immense, that the loudest shrie...
blood", meaning that with her gone it is as if a part of him has been