A KNJ fanfiction.
Losing a loved one always arises an undescribable feeling of pain and emptiness. Your death broke my heart into millions of pieces but the gift I got upon your departure mended my shattered heart. Rest assured that I am slowly but...
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It is always hard to say goodbye to a loved one, especially when he or she leaves you in an unexpected way. Everyone expresses his or her pain in a different way; it can be through denial or anger, some ignore the situation till reality hits them hard. In my case, it was regret, I had lost one of the people I cherished the most without having the occasion to be by her side or to say goodbye altogether. My Grand Mother was one of the strongest and kind-hearted women I knew and I could say without bragging that I was definitely her favorite thus upon hearing about her departure my entire world broke down:
I cried so much when I reminisced our memories,
I cried so much when I saw how devastated my family was,
I cried so much in my bed every night without having anyone to turn to.
I needed to take my time to mourn but responsibilities just won't let me, now that she was gone as her legal heiress I had the duty to organize her funerals. I knew I had to be strong but my walls were slowly breaking off and I had no one to rely on; my mother had been affected by news so much that it pulled a toll on her health. Fortunately, my father was there to take care of her so there wasn't much to worry about.
I woke to the ringing of my alarm clock, another day was yet to start but I was weary already. I dragged myself to the bathroom where I took a cold bath, as per day since the Granny's disappearance, I wore a black attire; a black silk shirt with a matching black silk pair of pants. I slightly curled my shoulder long chestnut hair and adorned my neck, ears and fingers with jewelries before leaving the house. I had a long day ahead of me; I worked as an architect and was currently on a job contract which consisted in designing lofts and mansions in a fancy neighborhood downtown. On top of that, I had an appointment at the funerarium. Had it been it was possible I would have stayed in bed all day crying my pain out but I couldn't elope my responsibilities towards my job and towards my family.
It was with a newly built courage that I reached my office, I received sympathic greetings and looks from my co-workers; granny was well-known her due to her obstinate habit of delivering me my lunch box whenever I'll forget it at home which was very often. Tears pricked my eyes at the thought but I managed to shrug them back.
As I sat on my desk, Sally, my assistant brought me a cup of tea, granny's favorite. I thanked her as she excused herself out of my office. I sipped the drink as I proceeded with my work. I was so engulfed in my task that I slightly jumped when someone opened the door.
"Look at you working this hard when you should be taking time for yourself."
My hierarchical superior, Patrick sighed as he sat in the armchair across me. He had this apologetical smile on his face which once upon a time made me fall head over heels for him. I didn't spare him a glance as I continued designing on my computer. Noticing my lack of communication he stood up and came closer now leaning next to me,
"Lisa."
He whispering my name seemed like a caress on my skin, I had to mentally scold myself in order to keep my cool. Seeing no reaction from me, he proceeded to massage my tense shoulders,
