Not all stories are meant to happily ever after. Some are meant to start with a tragic end dipped in tears, grief, and blood. Jane, the girl who once had a happy family, and was loved by everyone is now left alone in misery, with no escape from her past or her sorrows. Jane, whose life suddenly took a miserable turn on the day of wedding, when everyone she loved, died in a tragic car accident, leaving her in deep grief and misery with no hope for happiness in life. 'No dark clouds can prevent the sun from shining forever' Can a ray of happiness shine over Jane again or she will have to live her life in grief and misery forever, only time will tell.View More
Jane I don’t know why, but I’m nervous today. My heart’s beating very fast with my palms sweating. Why is this just Brandon? I have met him a million times, but I have never felt anything like the way I’m feeling now. Standing in front of Brandon’s hospital room, I couldn’t even make myself open the door. Calm down, I took some deep breaths, controlling my emotions as I opened Brandon’s room. Inside, I saw Brandon lying on the bed talking to a woman. She is beautiful, but who is she? I don’t think that I have seen her before. Is she one of Brandon’s friends or colleagues and if she is, then why haven’t I seen or met her before? It’s odd. Normally, I know all of Brandon’s friends, but not once have I seen her before. And the odder thing is that she was holding Brandon’s hand. None of them felt my presence in the room. Are they so engaged in their conversation or are they ignoring me? “I don’t know that you have a friend visiting you,” I don’t know why, but my voice sounded aggressive,
Jane I took a deep breath before entering Brandon’s room. Every day, I come here, hoping for him to wake up, and smile at him like he always used to, but every day nothing changes. He is still on his bed, lying lifeless. I shook my head. Plastering a smile on my face, “Look, Mrs. Samuel picked these flowers for you. See,” I brought flowers close to his face, hoping he would open his eyes. But he didn’t react. I shook my head, trying my best to smile, even though it hurts seeing him like this. “You know, the kids miss you very much. They both want their daddy back,” I said, holding his hand in mine, sitting in my usual place. I bring his hand to my cheek, loving the warmth that makes me still believe that he is alive, immobile, but alive. And stayed like this, talking about the kids, about Rachel, about our neighbors, everything random. Wanting to react, at least. “Talk to me, I don’t like it when you’re silent.” Brandon was always there for me four times when I needed him the
Jane "Brandon went into a coma.” I do not know if what I hear is the truth or an error of my ear or my mind, but these words have made my mind dizzy and knees like noodles..., “Hold yourself,” NO, words matter at a time like I don’t even know how to describe the pain that I’m feeling right at the moment. I don’t even know how to define my current agony in words. I don’t know if words are enough to describe the inhuman and ruthless tumor and the suffering I am experiencing right now. “Please try to control yourself,” Daniel said, placing both hands on either side of my shoulder to prevent me from falling to the ground. “Here, have a seat,” He helped me, guiding me to sit on a metal chair that I was sitting on before. All my emotion that was lying somewhere in my heart was coming through my eyes. How cruel life can be for me and my nearest and dearest. Why does this happen to me every time? Why the person who I love the most has the worst possible ending, anyone can’t ever think o
Jane The clock ticked thirteen, but the time seemed to have stopped right at that moment. Seconds feel like a minute, and a minute feels like an hour, and every hour appears to be a lifetime. Every little thing around me looks so dismal as if a force is binding my mind and my soul into its grasp, and there is nothing I can do to change it other than stay immobile with dismal thoughts in my mind, waiting for someone to release me from this strong restraining hold. Surprisingly, this restraint is also something that keeps my reasoning, which is packed with all the dark and sad thoughts that are packed in my mind. But somewhere in my heart, there is also a hope that makes my heart believe that this time everything will go well and that nothing wrong will happen with Brandon as happened to Jared in the past. I know that right at the moment when I’m here occupied with my thoughts, Brandon is fighting for his life. I turned my eyes, looking at the operation room with the door closed, wh
Jane “Jane,” a voice called my name, redirecting my attention and diverting me from my thoughts. “Jane,” he called again, this time placing his hand on top of my hand, squeezing it gently. I glimpsed up my eyes, looking at the eyes of the person who called my name a moment ago. “You okay?” he asked. I nodded my head lightly, hiding my damp eyes from him. “I’m good, Brandon.” I lied. Brandon has so many troubles in his life already. I don’t want to add more to my dilemma, so for now, I try to hide my dilemma with a fake smile on my face. Brandon took a leave from the hospital even after being so sick, just so he can spend a day with his family with no worries and, I don’t want to ruin it for him. I’m lucky enough to spend time with my family too, and happy enough to spend time with them while it lasts. Brandon gave me the support and courage to live again even after losing every hope in my life, and Brandon is too in the process of leaving me alone in life, like everyone else.
Jane “So, how is the food?” I asked as Brandon finished devouring all the food from his plate. “Umm, Jane, it was tasty,” He said, licking his finger, whipping away that little soup that was left on it. “Fast learner, I must say, only in a week have you learned to cook such yummy food.” Brandon chuckled, finishing his words. “Hahaha, very funny,” I said sternly, picking up the plates. “You know I can’t cook, and don’t act smart, okay? You know very well who cooked the food.” “I know,” he said, beaming. “But you also know. I can’t stop myself from teasing you,” he laughed loudly. But suddenly, Brandon’s laughter stopped as he started coughing loudly. “Brandon, you okay?” I said, rubbing his back with my hands as I quickly passed a glass of water into his hand to drink. “Here, rest now,” I helped him as he laid his body on his bed. “Jane ...” “Brandon, rest. Your body needs it and no more playing around,” I said with my solemn voice. Brandon nodded his head at my words as he lay
Jane “I’m dying,” “What?” Did I hear him right? “What do you mean?” I asked, in the hope that maybe what I heard was a delusion of my mind or my ears or something else. Please don’t repeat the words. I chanted in my mind. I looked at him, hoping that maybe Brandon chuckles and say that ‘Jane, I was kidding, and how easy it was to fool you,’ I hoped. “It’s true, I’m about to die,” he repeated. “What....., I mean, How?” I said, with my voice trembling with emotions. I know that by now, my eyes were gleaming with tears. After witnessing so many deaths of my loved ones at once, I never thought that history was repeating itself. Brandon is very dear to Liam and me and, just thinking about his death, is making my heart crushed into a thousand pieces. After Jared’s death, Brandon was someone who always supported me when I needed him most, like the time of Liam’s birth, which was the most challenging time of my life, and he was there for me, supporting me, and it is because of him
Jane Days passed, and I adjusted my life with Brandon in one house. I have a separate room for myself in Brandon’s house since sharing a room with him is something I’m not very comfortable with, nor did I want to. Anyway, even after being married to Brandon for a few weeks. I have heard nothing about Marian, nor has Brandon even spoken anything about her. It is now 6:00 pm and Brandon will come soon from his shift. Both Marlene and Liam are in the living room watching TV. Both of them are thrilled with our marriage and spend all of their time together. They even like sharing bedrooms. On the other hand, for me, things are not as good; every time someone comes to visit me, wishing me a happy married life, my thoughts travel to Jared, with whom I have dreamed of being married and living a life. But now look, Jared is nowhere to be found. It is Brandon, to who I’m married, and to whom I’m going to live. The sound of the door opening distracted me from my thoughts. “Daddy,” both Mar
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