-Hi, my lovely pookie-wookie! How’s it going? Again rainy, huh? Oh, I brought your favorite cakes. Hope tomorrow will be sunny...
The woman sighed and put the pink sweets near the tombstone. "Mary Jane Cottline. Lovely daughter, eternal angel." The woman slowly brushed the dust off the tombstone and kissed the frigid rock:
-My sweet little angel... It’s so hard to face this reality without you. I still remember that perilous fear that makes my blood run cold and shattered the world into a billion pieces of terrifying horror. Yes, I know, I must accept the situation and move past the pain, but... How? How should I do that?!
The woman collapsed to her knees and grabbed her face with her hands. The silence was broken only by the wind and the lonely sobs of an unhappy soul.
-My poor angel... What if... If I hadn't taken that unequivocal answer, could you have been alive? What if... - the woman sighed, rose from her knees, kissed the tombstone again, looked for a few moments at the smiling face in the photo, and whispered:
-We’ll see each other again, honey. Forever and a day. Forever and a day...
And the silhouette slowly disappeared into the morrow beneath the weeping sky...
