The floor beneath her felt cold. It sent shivers down her spine.
As she sat there after finishing the last rites of her father's death, she felt numb.
Just sometime ago there had been so much noise. Some people were crying, some were sympathizing her, some were whispering words of pity. All while she sat numbly still trying to tell her brain that it happened again.
The crowd of people from her small home started to lessen. The looks of pity were lessening. She didn't know why but she felt a little relieved they were going away.
When her surroundings felt silent, she finally looked up from the ground. Everyone left. She thought. Good.
She slowly got up from her place and walked towards the small table in the middle of the room. Removing all the small flowers and petals from the picture she held it in her arms.
As she stared at the smiling face of her father, she felt warm tears sliding down her eyes.
Now that she was all alone she was allowed to grieve however she wanted. She fell on the floor, the picture still in her arms as she sobbed and sobbed. Trying to remember everything about her father.
Screams of agony and pain filled the house.
All of their small and big memories started dancing in her mind. How did she not notice that he was suffering all along. Why did he not tell her? Was leaving her all alone in this world so suddenly his plan?
All the sadness and grief took her body's whole energy. She felt black dots appearing infront of her. But she didn't care, what was her purpose now?
A figure coming towards her was all she could see before she finally sliped into the calming darkness. The place where she can atleast find her father and be in his arms.
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Silk Whispers
RomanceFate will find a way; through the thorns, to the stars °☆° The death of her father had Meera spiralling down a black hole of sadness and grief. But when her best friend came to her rescue, she found a new reason. Now living with her best friend and...