Whisked Away

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Tanya had been in bed for days, never once stepping out of her house. Her once jubilant and vibrantly cheerful house was replaced with the paraphernalia of darkness and bereavement. After having skipped eating for days, Tanya dragged herself to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Her stomach rumbled ferociously but her mind let it pass. What's the point of eating, anyway? With weak hands, she yanked the fridge door open and took out a plastic jug and poured herself a glass of water. With trembling hands, she brought the glass to her dry and cracked lips and take a sip. Instantly refreshing her lips, her throat hungrily took in the cool sensation. 

RRRRIIIINNNNGGGG! It was telephone. RRRRIIIINNNNGGG! She let it ring for a while and then it stopped; silence stepped in. Then there was a BEEP and a flashing red light on her house phone. She pressed a button and dropped herself on the couch. 

"Hey, honey, hope everything is okay. Sorry I couldn't fly over for Pete's wake. Will visit you at the earliest. Bye." BEEP!  It was her eldest sister, Joanne. The only person who could calm Tanya once upon a time was Joanne, and at that moment, when her voice meant everything to Tanya, it did not provide a single ounce of solace. Over the years, Tanya had grown on to Pete and accepted him as a part of herself. When she had learned of the news that Pete might have been involved in an accident, she felt a part of her hurt excruciatingly.

She kept fighting to remind herself that there was hope to meet Pete again but devastation hit her hard and with her shoulders drooped and her heart heavy, she broke down, shaking. With terror, she sobbed harder imagining the harsh future she would have to face without him by her side. Feeling drained, she dozed off into temporary solace.