Cheska, a girl whose heart bore the weight of abandonment, had carried the scars of her past with her throughout her life. The wounds ran deep, originating from the neglect she had endured at the hands of her parents. Their absence had left her with...
A quiet residential street, lined with neat houses and colorful gardens. The atmosphere is heavy with grief as neighbors gather together, their faces etched with sadness and shock.
They stand in small groups, huddled close.
The scene is set against a backdrop of scattered flowers, candles, and handwritten notes that adorn the sidewalk.
The aroma of fresh blooms fills the air, mingling with the scent of burning incense.
The neighbors have come together to create a makeshift memorial for Martha.
Mrs. Johnson, an elderly woman with a kind face, clutches a tissue in her trembling hands. She wipes away tears as she speaks softly to Mr. Harris, a middle-aged man with a somber expression.
Mrs. Johnson spoke, "Martha was such a kind soul. It's hard to believe she's gone."
Mr. Harris nods, "I know, Mrs. Johnson. She was always there for everyone, ready to lend a helping hand. This is such a tragedy."
NEIGHBOR #1, a young woman in her twenties, joins the conversation, her eyes red and puffy from crying.
"I can't believe someone could do something so brutal. Martha didn't deserve this."
Mr. Harris spoke, "No one deserves such a fate. We need to come together as a community and support each other through this difficult time."
As they speak, more neighbors arrive, their faces etched with sorrow.
They light candles and place them around the memorial, creating a gentle glow that bathes the scene in warmth and remembrance.
NEIGHBOR #2, a man in his 20s, steps forward, clutching a bouquet of flowers. He places them carefully amidst the growing collection, his hands trembling. The neighbors watch in silence, their hearts heavy with grief.
"Martha was like a second mother to me. She always had a smile on her face, no matter what. We'll miss her dearly."
The neighbors nod in agreement, their collective grief palpable. They stand together, united in their mourning.
Ava and Chloe were painfully crying, Mia rushes toward Chloe and Ava, embracing them both in a tender hug.
"Shh, it's okay. I'm here for you. We're all feeling the pain, and we'll get through this together."
Chloe and Ava cling to Mia, finding comfort in her presence. Mia gently strokes their hair, offering a comforting touch.
Cherylene wipes her tears, "I couldn't imagine what Cheska is going through right now"
Ava and Chloe's faces are buried in their hands as they sob uncontrollably, their cries filling the room.
The weight of their loss hangs heavily in the air, their pain palpable.
Their shoulders shake with each sob, and tears stream down their faces, leaving trails of anguish in their wake.
There are no words to express the depth of their pain, so they allow their tears to speak for them, their sobs becoming a language of their own.
Their cries intertwine, each sob echoing the other, as if in a symphony of grief.
Their tears continue to flow, their breaths hitched and ragged, as they allow themselves to fully feel the magnitude of their loss.
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As much as Cheska wanted to go back to Laivudelle and join the memorial, she can't just fly away.
Cheska stirs in her sleep, her face etched with pain. Slowly, her eyes flutter open, revealing a profound sadness within them.
The weight of her trauma of what happened to her mother settles upon her as she becomes fully aware of her surroundings.
Cheska's body feels heavy, as if burdened by an invisible weight. She tries to sit up, but her limbs feel numb and unresponsive.
A deep sense of emptiness pervades her being, and a wave of despair crashes over her.
As reality seeps into her consciousness, tears well up in Cheska's eyes. A hollow sob escapes her lips, growing louder and more desperate with each passing moment.
She clutches her pillow tightly, comfort in its softness, as if hoping it could absorb her pain.
The sobs turn into anguished screams, muffled by the depths of her pillow. Cheska's anguish reverberates through the room, the sound a haunting echo.
Her body trembles uncontrollably, as if trying to release the overwhelming emotions locked within.
Time seems to stand still, as Cheska's cries echo in the empty space around her.
Her heart aches, each beat a reminder of the pain she carries.
Cheska's breath comes in ragged gasps as she clutches her pillow, her knuckles turning white with the intensity of her grip.
A deep, guttural sob escapes her trembling lips, echoing through the room, as if begging for release from the torment within.
She sits up, cries grow louder, reverberating off the walls, filling the air with a raw, primal pain.
Desperation grips her as she buries her face deeper into the softness of the pillow.
The sound of her wailing intensifies, reaching a crescendo of heart-wrenching despair.
Cheska's body convulses with each sob, as if the weight of her anguish threatens to tear her apart.
Tears cascade down her face, mingling with her anguished cries, as she releases the floodgates of her suppressed emotions.
"I want my mama!" She said between her sobs.
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I'm crying over my mother's death but I begged God to take her away from me for the past few years.
