Alora (part 2)

Recap from the last book

Hi I just want to say thank you for choosing to read this book <3 this is the second book in the series and it is not a standalone, I highly recommend to read the first book before this one.

Incase you have forgotten about the ending here is a recap of it! If you don't want to read it then just skip to the next chapter ❤️❤️❤️

Recap from the last book!

The somber air hung heavily over the gathering, a symphony of grief woven into the fabric of the muted ceremony. The funeral unfolded in a hushed tone, a solemn affair that mirrored the profound absence of the one they mourned. In the heart of the gathering, an elegantly adorned casket stood as a poignant symbol of a life cut short, yet paradoxically, there was no body to lay to rest.

Enzo, his countenance etched with sorrow, stood near the closed casket, a vessel holding the weight of unspoken farewells and shattered dreams. The mourners, draped in mourning attire, cast glances at the enigmatic casket, each gaze a silent acknowledgment of a void that defied closure.

The baby's cries, tender and inconsolable, echoed through the air, their innocence inadvertently becoming a haunting melody that underscored the tragedy. Held in the arms of caretakers, their tiny forms seemed to embody the essence of loss, unaware of the profound impact that the absence of their mother would imprint upon their lives.

The priest's words, laden with a sense of finality, reverberated through the air, offering solace to grieving hearts. Yet, the casket remained closed, a testament to the enigma surrounding Alora's departure. The absence of a body left a palpable void, a cruel reminder that some wounds could not be healed, some mysteries could not be unraveled.

Enzo, his eyes glistening with unshed tears, clasped the edge of the casket, his silent farewell a whispered promise to a love that transcended the boundaries of existence. The attendees, a mosaic of mourners bearing their own burdens of loss, offered condolences in hushed tones, their shared grief forming an unspoken bond in the face of an unfathomable tragedy.

As the ceremony unfolded, the heavens wept in sync with the collective sorrow below, tears cascading from the sky as if mourning the departure of a cherished soul. The funeral became a tableau of melancholy, an intersection of shared pain and individual reflections on the woman who had touched so many lives.

In the quiet moments between prayers and eulogies, the cries of the baby's served as a haunting reminder of the tangible impact of Alora's absence. Their innocence stood in stark contrast to the complexities of the world they had been born into, a world shaped by shadows that lurked beyond the comprehension of their tender hearts.

As the funeral rites drew to a close, the casket, a vessel devoid of the tangible remains it traditionally housed, became a poignant symbol of a farewell shrouded in unanswered questions. The mourners dispersed, carrying with them the weight of grief and the indelible imprint of a life that, despite its mysterious end, had left an indelible mark on their collective existence.

I could not even bury you properly. Because we never found your body. He probably got rid of it just to hurt me more.

I made shore to cover the casket with your favorite flowers, sunflowers. I probably bought a thousand but it's worth it, you are worth it.

Everyone says it will get easier with time but they are lying. Because for every day that passes I realize that you want come back to me, and I just misses you more and more.

Please come back to me my love

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Months ebbed away like the fragments of a broken heart, each passing day etching a painful reminder of Alora's absence. The mansion echoed with a haunting emptiness, her laughter and presence lingering in the hollow spaces where memories once thrived. As the world outside continued its relentless march, within these walls, time seemed suspended in the perpetual ache of loss.