#goodbye grief

[jaurimlyrics]

스물다섯, 스물하나 (Twenty-Five, Twenty-One) 바람에 날려 꽃이 지는 계절엔

In the season when flowers are strewn by the wind and wilt

아직도 너의 손을 잡은 듯 그런 듯 해.

It is as if I am still holding your hand

그때는 아직 꽃이 아름다운 걸

Then, the flowers were still beautiful

지금처럼 사무치게 알지 ���했어.

I hadn’t realized it as deeply as I do now

우~ 너의 향기가 바람에 실려 오네.

Your fragrance is carried on the wind

우~ 영원할 줄 알았던 스물다섯, 스물하나.

I had thought it would last forever, twenty-five and twenty-one

그 날의 바다는 퍽 다정했었지.

The sea was so gentle that day

아직도 나의 손에 잡힐 듯 그런 듯 해.

It is as if you are still holding my hand

부서지는 햇살 속에 너와 내가 있어

You and I, amidst the blinding sunlight

가슴 시리도록 행복한 꿈을 꾸었지.

I dreamed a dream so happy it made my heart ache

우~ 그날의 노래가 바람에 실려 오네.

The melody from that day is carried on the wind

우~ 영원할 줄 알았던 지난날의 너와 나.

I had thought we would forever be who we were back then

너의 목소리도 너의 눈동자도

Your voice and your gaze

애틋하던 너의 체온마저도

Even your bodily warmth

기억해내면 할수록 멀어져 가는데

The more I try to remember, the more distant they become

흩어지는 널 붙잡을 수 없어.

You are scattering, and I cannot hold on

바람에 날려 꽃이 지는 계절엔

In the season when flowers are strewn by the wind and wilt

아직도 너의 손을 잡은 듯 그런 듯 해.

It is as if I am still holding your hand

그때는 아직 네가 아름다운 걸

That you were still beautiful then

지금처럼 사무치게 알지 못했어.

I hadn’t realized as deeply as I do now

우~ 너의 향기가 바람에 실려 오네.

Your fragrance is carried by the wind

우~ 영원할 줄 알았던 스물다섯, 스물하나.

I had thought it would last forever, twenty-five and twenty-one

우~ 그날의 노래가 바람에 실려 오네.

The melody from that day is carried by the wind

우~ 영원할 줄 알았던 지난날의 너와 나.

I had thought we would forever be who we were back then

우~ 영원할 줄 알았던 스물다섯, 스물하나.

I had thought it would last forever, twenty five, twenty one

스물다섯, 스물하나.

Twenty five, twenty one

[mpotato]

I will never forget you.

[luminarai]

Can you teach me how to say goodbye?

For Hampus.

[missnarcissistsworld]

Is there another life? Shall I awake and find all this a dream? There must be, we cannot be created for this sort of suffering.

- John Keats

[the-holy-ghosted]

congrats 2 henry peglar for being the only bitch confirmed as to be Fucking That Old Man

[life-imitates-art-far-more]

Piotr Stachiewicz (1858-1938) "Christ's Farewell to Mary" (1900) Oil on panel Located in the Warsaw National Museum, Warsaw, Poland

[lulublack90]

Prompt 22 - Grief/Mourning

@wolfstarmicrofic July 22, word count 506

CW - dead animal, burial,

Sirius came into their dorm room sobbing his eyes out.

“Moony, Prongs, something terrible’s happened!” His face was red and blotchy. Remus had never seen him so upset. He was cradling something furry in his hand. It took Remus a second to figure out what it was. It was a brown rat. 

“Lily’s cat was chasing him. I tried to rescue him but-but-but, I was too late,” Sirius wailed. 

“Oh, shit!” James gasped from across the room. 

“What are you on about, Sirius?” Remus questioned him, not quite understanding why Sirius was so upset. 

“It’s Wormtail!” He cried, holding up the limp rat. He sobbed harder, letting James hold him and cry alongside him. Remus bit his tongue to keep the sarcastic comments contained. 

“He was the most amazing friend,” James stated sadly. “He was always there when you needed to talk and, while he was small, when he transformed, I will never forget the time he snuck up behind Mrs Norris and bit her tail so we could get away before Filch caught us.”

“I-I-I remember how sweet he was when Moony and I started going out, and he bought us all that chocolate and butterbeer. I don’t even know how he carried it all. He was the best of us!” Remus sighed through his nose and resisted a facepalm. 

Just then, Peter walked in, saving Remus from having to explain that if the rat had been Peter it would have transformed back when Clawd got hold of him.

“Why are they crying?” Peter asked, eyeing the rat in Sirius’s hands. 

“They think that’s you,” Remus explained, rolling his eyes. 

“Oh Peter,” James patted the poor lifeless rat. 

“Guys, I’m right here,” Peter groaned.

“I can still hear his voice!” Sirius leaned into James’s chest. 

“Wait, me too,” James said, confused. 

“Idiots,” Peter tutted. 

Sirius and James spun around. 

“Peter?” They said together. “PETER!” The rat fell from Sirius's hand, and they jumped on Peter. 

“Hey, get off, you nutters!” Peter yelped as they squashed him onto Remus's bed. Remus stooped and picked up the rat Sirius had dropped. 

“Well, I think after all that this little guy deserves a proper burial,” Remus declared and grabbed Sirius’s arm, hauling him off Peter. “Come on Prongs, Wormtail, this requires all of us. 

They dug a little hole in front of the whomping willow and laid the rat to rest. “You picked the wrong dorm little rat. I’m sorry your life was cut short, and I guess we'll never know why you were all the way up at the top of Gryffindor Tower. Rest in peace little buddy.” Remus used his wand to fill in the grave, and they all stood quietly and stared at it.

“Glad it wasn’t you Wormy,” Sirius said, clapping Peter on the back.

“Er, thanks,” Peter huffed out a laugh. Remus burst out laughing, which set them all off. 

“Merlin, I love you,” Remus kissed the top of Sirius’s head, and they walked back up to the castle to relax before dinner. 

[arthursfuckinghat]

Say what you want about Mary, but nothing makes my heart ache for Arthur more than how fucking much they loved eachother and how much they knew it would never work.

Meeting Mary the second time, she absolutely lit up seeing that Arthur actually came to help her again. Even despite the rough circumstances with her father, they both went and had a wonderful evening at the theatre.

Mary had no idea that would be the last time she'd ever see Arthur alive again.

[complicatedconstellation-blog]

[q8qwertyuiop8p]

Guys... she's burning Silco's body...

[4agonies]

Somewhere, far far away, in less miserable times,

I shall meet you, yet once again.

When fate is finally by our side and the stars that seemed so far, linger,

I will crash into you like how the sea meets the shore.

But this time, it will end with us and not your shirt being stained by my blood that preaches your name.

[agentark]

in the span of maybe an hour, clara oswald goes from, "I already know - don't say it." to, "people like you and me should say things to each other" and I'll never get over it

she literally gets pulled out of time the moment before her death and learns he's been clawing his way back to her for 4.5 BILLION years?? Just to save her??? I would also suddenly and urgently have words

[astrangerlately]

[friesbeforeliess]

Satoru is looking over Geto’s body. Tears in his eyes. Probably feeling conflicted. He’s apologizing for all the trouble his body has went through even after he was gone. Talking about how he wishes they had more time together, how he wishes he had told Geto how he felt sooner. How he should have noticed when he wasn’t doing well. How he should’ve noticed the signs, because there were so many looking back now. Apologizing because he’ll never truly know how Geto felt about him.

Suddenly Suguru’s hand starts twitching and it shoots up to grab Gojo by his shirt. Startled Gojo stares with wide eyes. But slowly the hand relaxes and lightly pats Gojo’s chest. He’s confused at first.

“What’re you…” the hand keeps patting, a bit harder now. Trying to tell him something.

“I don’t…I’m sorry I don’t understand.” He says, holding back a sob.

Geto’s hand pats Saturo’s chest once again before resting on his own chest. Still and quiet.

Satoru stares in confusion. If only he could talk to him.

“No! Come back!! Please! Just- RAHH!” The heartbroken sorcerer starts pounding his friend’s chest. “Come back!!! What do you want to tell me!”

Satoru lays his head on his friend’s chest, quietly sobbing, “Please…I-…I love you” he whispers.

Satoru buries his face into his rigid chest like a young boy does to his mother’s skirt.

Only the whirring of the over-head lamp can be heard in the quiet room, that and the soft cries of a broken heart.

Suddenly, he feels Geto’s arms twitching beneath him. The sorcerer gets off him and watches as his hand struggles to make a sign. It clenches and relaxes and is trying to figure it out. Until finally, there it is.

A hand flexed to show a pinky, an index finger and thumb straight out and the middle and ring finger curled.

Gojo stares for a second. He knows what it means but is still unsure if that’s what he meant to sign. He looks at his friend’s eyes and is greeted with a tear rolling down Geto’s fair skin.

“Suguru…” the sorcerer breathes out, he goes to wipe away the tear but stops himself.

Keeping that same sign, Geto’s hand places it over Gojo’s chest. And lightly taps it again and again.

It clicks. He finally understands. Witnessing this, he gasps and places his own two hands over his hand. Satoru weaves their fingers together, softly crying as he does so.

“I guess those sign language classes finally paid off- hah” Gojo chuckles, lightly kissing the top of Geto’s hand.

“Well…” he almost sings, “I can’t wait to hear you rub it in my face,” Gojo laughs.

He leans over down to his friend’s ear, “So please…wait for me, Suguru.”

Satoru gently kisses his cheek and holds onto his hand just a little while longer.

What a beautiful sight.

[vertigoartgore]

1980's X-Men Vol.1 #138 cover process by John Byrne & Terry Austin.

[onceuponastory]

the day i lost you - bucky barnes x reader

Still remember how you taste Somewhere in the bitter and the sweet dream Do you think of me standing in a summer haze? When we were gonna be okay? - january rain by PVRIS

Plot: In the aftermath of The Blip and her boyfriend Bucky turning to dust, Y/N finds a voicemail from him... sent the day she lost him. Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Warnings: Mentions of death, or at least Bucky is presumed dead (obviously we know Bucky isn't dead but we all thought he was after Infinity War, let's be honest) and grief. And of course, some angst. But as always, if I miss any triggers, please let me know. Notes: This is for @whumptober Day 24. I used the prompt: "Goodbye Note". I also combined it with the @angstober "The Day I Lost You" prompt. I was once again sad and listening to PVRIS as I wrote this, so now you can be too :)

Not beta'd, so any mistakes are my own.

Stepping over the threshold into her apartment, Y/N drops her bags to the floor with a tired groan. The rain still pounds down outside, the sound echoing through the building. As a personal assistant to Tony Stark himself, Y/N’s working life is extremely busy. And since The Blip, she’s busier than ever, constantly being pulled into meetings with little time for herself. For the past few weeks, she’s been away at a conference with the surviving Avengers, working on a solution to The Blip. This is the first time she’s had to breathe in about a year. And that also means it’s the first time she’s been home since it all happened, since her boyfriend and some of her best friends turned to dust.

And she’s never felt so alone.

Of course, Y/N knows that dating an Avenger, let alone the Winter Soldier himself, comes with its own risk. Especially the risk he may never come home. But although it’s always been at the back of her mind, seeping into her every thought whilst he’s away on a mission… Bucky came back safe so many times that the worry dissipated. Foolishly, she believed he was indestructible, and that he’d always come home to her.

Until he didn’t.

Tears spring at her eyes then, and she furiously tries to wipe them away. She’s done enough grieving over the last year. Enough hoping that he’s coming back, only to end up disappointed. There’s only so much pain you can take before you can’t go on anymore. And Y/N crossed that line a long time ago.

The red light on her answering machine blinks back at her, and she sighs, rubbing her temples and closing her eyes, hoping that when she opens them, the light will be gone. But no matter how hard she tries, it’s still there, and she groans. The last thing she wants to hear right now is more “I’m sorry to hear about Bucky” and “We understand how much it hurts, but he’s in our thoughts.” Nobody will ever understand how much it hurts. Even the other Avengers. 

Because Bucky isn’t just in her thoughts. He’s everywhere. He still occupies the empty space in her bed, his laughter still fills the halls, his singing echoing from the shower. He’s the whisper in the wind, the faint scent of his cologne whenever she enters a room, and that still clings to her clothing like a safety blanket. He’s the shiver up her spine, the faint feeling of a hand holding hers, an arm wrapped around her waist.

It’s like he never even left.

Y/N presses the button, bracing herself for the onslaught of messages to come. “Hey sweetheart. It’s me-” As soon as she hears her mother’s voice, Y/N deletes the message. She’ll deal with her and her incessant questions later. She means well, of course, they all do. But the last thing she wants is to be pestered, reminded of her pain over and over again. They may mean well, but there’s nothing they can do. There’s nothing anyone can do. The other message is boring, a message about her car’s extended warranty that gets deleted almost immediately.

But when she hears the voice in the next message, she collapses to her knees. “Hey doll.” Bucky speaks. It's the first time she’s heard his voice - actually heard it - since he left. As soon as she hears him speak, she can see the smile on his face, and hear the laughter in his tone. Her presence always brought a smile to Bucky's face, even on his worst days. Because he loves her. …Loved her.

Hearing Bucky’s voice again, so soon after losing him, causes all her pent-up emotions to erupt, a year's worth of pain spilling over. As the first of her sobs break through, Bucky’s voice continues. “Just checking in to see how you are and keep you updated. Steve and the others are here…”

“Why didn’t I answer the call? I could’ve stopped them!”

“... and we have a game plan now to stop this asshole. Before you know it, I’ll be back home in New York with you, my favourite girl.” Her chest heaves, and she sobs even harder. “I miss you so much, though. The guys keep pestering me about it, but I don’t care. I love you, Y/N, and I want the entire world to know.” That sends her over the edge. A painful, anguished wail rips through her, the sound filling the room. Y/N’s full body shakes, and she clutches at her chest. “I hope you’re doing well and staying out of trouble.” Bucky chuckles. “Keep me updated. But I’ll see you soon enough, anyway.” 

“Why didn’t I answer? Why didn’t I answer?!”

“I better go, Steve’s shouting at me. Think the mission is about to start.” 

Y/N sits up, trying to grab the phone to dial Bucky’s number and tell him she’s still here, that she still loves him. Hoping that he’s there on the other side, waiting for her.

“Bye doll. See you soon. Love you always.” And then, the line goes dead, the dull beeping noise going right through her. Picking up the phone, she dials Bucky’s number, holding it to her ear as her heart pounds.

“Please… please…” she begs. "Just answer me Bucky... please."

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

“Hey! This is Bucky. I can’t talk right now, and I don’t really know how these things work.” He chuckles, the sound forming a small glimpse of warmth in her belly, and Y/N even laughs softly too. She was there when he recorded that message, her best efforts to teach him the wonders modern technology still not sinking in. Not that it matters now, though. None of it does. She just wants him back. “So I guess if you leave a message, I’ll call you back?”

And he always called her back. Even if it was a day, a week or even a month late. Bucky always called her back. But he won’t call back. Not this time. 

She tries to speak, to say something, anything, to Bucky's voicemail. If there's even a chance he could hear it, she wants him to know how much she loves him, and how much she misses him. Yet she can't say anything through her tears.

When the call disconnects, Y/N sinks to her knees, huddling into a ball as the sobs rack through her entire body. 

She’s alone again. 

And she always will be.

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