Experiment of Madness

61-Tears in the Rain -Dag

3 days later.

The sound of rain outside is like a symphony of nature's grief, the droplets hitting the window with a melancholic rhythm. The clouds blocked the sun, darkness spreading across the world as if even the skies were mourning the lost souls.

I want my grave to be next to Mads in the Torrance Forest.

Ivarsen said Octavia messaged him this...in her last minutes while she was on that car... she messaged this...

Now the family Mori,Grayson,Fane, and we Torrance all dressed in black suits and dressed some of us holding umbrellas as we look down at Octavia and Madden's graves

Athos, Will, Jett, and Indie have made their way here.

The rain continues to pour, the downpour constant and heavy. Mom is crying, her sobs mixed with the sound of the falling rain. Dad struggles to hold her, his attempts not enough to stop the tears flowing. Aunt Banks is inconsolable, her tears falling without pause, as if they are an overflowing river. Uncle Kai tries to support Aunt Banks, his own grief evident, his hands struggling to hold her as she leans against him, overcome with pain.

Looking upon Octavia's grave, the words etched into the stone feel heavy, filled with significance. "Octavia Torrance, daughter, sister, cousin, friend, niece" - each title a testament to the roles she held and the love she inspired. The gravity of her absence feels heavy on my heart.

Below her name, the words...

Gone too soon, but never forgotten.Though my body rests here, my spirit soars free.

As I glance at Jett, I find her gaze focused on Madden's grave. We were cousins, but not close, and yet here I stand in the rain, witnessing his grave, a sight I never thought I'd have to endure during our lifetimes.

The inscription reads, "Madden Mori, a son, brother, cousin, best friend,"

Cherish the memories woven with love, for I never truly left. Farewell, until our paths cross again.

I look at the grave of my sister, Octavia Torrance-who was lively, who was reckless and confident, and who was full of spirit. She had always wanted to live a free life, and now, as I stand looking at her grave, I realize in some twisted way, she got everything she wished for, becoming the free spirit she sought, even if it was in a way no one ever expected.

Aunt Rika steps out, carrying something precious - the first medal Octavia ever won during a fencing competition when she was eight years old. She carefully places it on the grave, tears threatening to fall from her eyes.

Uncle Will steps out, his arms carrying something-a basketball. He approaches Madden's grave and gently places it there with a sense of solemnity.

Sasha steps forward, her hands holding a pair of ballet shoes-Octavia's favorite. With tender movements, Sasha kneels and places the ballet shoes gently on the grave,I swallow.

Gunnar walks out, his hands holding an object-a scalpel. He approaches Madden's grave and lays the scalpel there...

As I look down, memories flood my mind, each one connected to my sister or cousin. I try to stop the tears that well up in my eyes, taking a deep breath as I brush my nose in an attempt to compose myself. The weight of grief grows heavier, the pain still fresh, the emptiness in my heart still palpable.

The feeling of agony wraps its arms around me, squeezing my heart, a heavy sense of pain and sadness that makes it hard to breathe. The weight of the situation, the finality of the situation, feels overwhelmingly suffocating, as if my chest is about to burst.

Aerra tightly squeezes my hand, a gesture both reassuring and understanding. Her hand in mine offers a lifeline, a physical reminder of her presence.

I watch as Ivarsen and Will walk away.