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The lights were out and so was the generator. The Ac had long stopped and the only sound was of the chirping of the birds echoing the dark blue walled abode where I drowned in my misery. The singing melody was bitter to my ears for it made it too evident about my loss.
I was still in my funeral dress. The knee length dress was mandatory black,hugging all my curves and he net-sleeved clinged to my arms. The silver charm bracelet dangled from my left wrist as a new wave of hot tears formed in my eyes,choking my breath.
Taking a shaky breath,I sat up straight. Blinking away the tears,my naked and exposed feet touched the burgundy wooden floor. The coldness of the wood made my body sigh with content. I tool a few shaky steps before stepping forward towards the vanity. I sat on the chair and picked up my brush and untangled my mane of brown hair. Locking gaze with my reflection took me by surprise. The resemblance was so striking,despite the hair and eye colour.
I gasped out loud,covering my mouth with my hand,to stop the sob that etched to escape my throat. My eyes travelled to the pictures of both of us,tucked to the side of the mirror.
Not again. Not again.
I turned around,my back the opposite side as I shut my eyes tightly. The images flashed before my eyes like a broken tape. His ash stricken face with an all to familiar picture were still imprinted in my mind as the sob escaped from my throat,constricting my chest as the wailing echoed the room.

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