Grief
No longer caring if they heard her or not, she let out a sob of grief and betrayal, turning and running back out into the frigid rain. half blind, she only just managed to negotiate the stairs and make it to her car.
Grief
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Somehow
I beg you not to think of me Or all I hoped I'd be Doesn't matter how you tried To all the ones who died Don't think of what you could have done If I'd have been someone We all have our destined time I'm sorry you saw mine We hope...
Loss of Hope and the Death of The Human Race.
He tried to regain some composer but his tears continued to flow, his shoulders jumping violently with his sobs of grief.
Long, Lost, Gone; Prequel
"Hey Soren?" The fox asked, leaning his head back into the lap of the wolf he called his lover. "Let's stay like this forever, okay?" He smiled softly, and squirmed around as Soren bopped his nose. "Hey! Stop that!" He cried, as the action was...
the greatest grief
He cried till he could grieve no more. and then he rose to his feet, clenched his fists, spread his muscular arms, raised his anguished face to the ceiling and screamed a deafening soul shattering scream that came from the very grief ridden depths of his spark
Chapter 6: Rage
Following his sparring match with ashira, maximus is made to understand the cause of his fury, raging beyond his control, is directly tied to his grief, and must confront this to begin healing.
Croix - (Kreet 97)
Croix As they neared the town of Croix, Kallid rode with Mr. Price and Mr. Todd at the front of the coach, his bow still in hand with his relatively small arrows restocked in a quiver beside him. Since the attack, everyone was awake and alert....
Sunrise Song
**SUNRISE'S SONG.** By Stephan Glazer. Your smile will be missed. Your touch is fading. Your image is all we have. You have left those who love you. But not by your choice. The nights grow cold, without you here. The days...
Penguins
Too many suits move in too many lines. They circle banquet tables, hawk-eyed, hunting crudites, canapés, bruscheta. Fingers ferry food -- fish, perhaps -- finding slack-jawed mouths already open, squawking at wayward children or bemoaning...
WHY MOMMA?
**WHY MOMMA?** By Solarblaze Glazer. (5 years old) Why Momma, don't you wake up? I shake you, yet you don't move. Why Momma, don't you answer me? I call for you, but you don't reply. Why Momma, are you cold? I hug you, but...
You're Gone
_3:02 pm markus\>_ we also talked about getting through grief in stages. she says there are a few different lists of 'stages of grief', but that they're all just loose guidelines.