𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐚 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬
Isabella moved to Italy with her best friend Aaliyah which was the best decision she has made for the longest time. She became a doctor and also won the Olympics in Figure Skating as a member o...
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DID YOU EVER feel like you are lost in your own world? Where you can barely see anything because of all the dark clouds surrounding your mind?
Where do you feel empty and lonely? Where it's always dark and raining? Where nothing makes sense anymore? Where you feel like a piece of yourself is missing.
No? Then I must be the unlucky one.
That's how I'm currently feeling.
Numb, sad, angry, and confused.
Feeling like I'm not standing in this world with my own two feet. I feel like I'm living a dream in another universe.
Nothing seems real at the moment and the world around me is breaking into many pieces.
Every time I would see myself through the reflection of the window of the car or the mirror, I would quickly turn my head to the side to avoid my facial expression even though I already know what I look like.
Swollen, blood-shot red eyes. Messy hair and tired-looking face.
When I close my eyes, I see how I met her for the first time and I remember every word she said to me. I remember every facial expression she has ever made which I thought was beautiful or cute.
But then I open my eyes and start to think that our relationship was a dream. That she was a dream.
I never in my life thought I would lose myself to anything but life itself showed me anything can happen.
''You should sleep,'' I slowly lifted my head from the picture that I was staring at and looked at my mother. ''What?'' I asked with a raspy voice.
''I said you should sleep. You haven't slept through the whole flight,'' she reiterated.
I shook my head. I don't want to sleep. I can't sleep. If I do that, I will see her and I can't bear seeing her, knowing she's dead.
My mother sighed. ''I'm not going to lie to you Axel, it's going to be really hard to accept the fact that she's gone. I still haven't accepted it,'' she looked at me with crossed arms and a serious expression on her face.
''But what I know is that you eventually will accept it because I also did with my family,'' she leaned toward me and grabbed one of my hands that were holding the picture in my hand. Looking down, I brushed my thumb over the picture.
It was a picture of Bella that I once took when we were in High School. We were at our lunch table and that day she had a beautiful red dress on with flowers printed on it. She looked so happy in that picture.
