The rain poured it's magical essence on Maila room. She loved watching the rain. It gave peace to her soul which was pierced by the dark and the pain in the past. She let her thoughts come alive. She was purely into meditation when her phone started vibrating in her pocket. She picked it; it was from an unknown number. The story of Maila hadn't ended, it had just begun...
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(10 years later)
"Are you okay?" reassured Shantell. It was a dark night for the Hamptons. "No I am not. My grandmother died today," hissed Quen Hampton. " I am really sorry," apologised Shantell. Out of all the years she had known him, he had never cried. He really needed a friend at that time but Shantell was making it worse, after all what did she know about deaths? Her family was so unknown to her. They all died except her aunt who didn't survive much longer to see the 21st century. Nobody had helped her that time. She was so confused. She had never seen Quen like that. Sadness stepped in her heart.
No matter what she did, Quen was in the world of his own. He looked so pale that he was unrecognisable. The more close she got, the more vexed he became. This was going to be a long day. From that day, she knew she had lost him forever...
Day by day, his situation became worse. The worst part was that Shantell could do nothing. She just stood there like a goat, hiding from the predator. She had to do something, before he finds out the truth.
Quen walked into the accursed streets. His legs were paining. His eyes were glowing red from so many sleepless nights. The death of her grandmother was just too much. Gods tears disembarked his face and clothes but he was lost in his own thoughts. He ravined through the panaroma of the town and the remote areas surrounding it. He took a deep breath before he stepped into the cemetery.
His feet refused to move but his soul encouraged him to move on. His mind was focused on one thing- how did his grandmother die? The police was no help on this, they were too slow. That question was his biggest strength. He trekked towards the grave- it was the same grave that led him to the truth. Malia Hampton 1952- 2006...
A paroxysm laugh startled Quen. Quickly, he put the red glittering rose onto the grave and hid behind it. The sun was disappearing into another world. The darkness blinded his sight, making the two figures invisible. Concentrating hard, he still couldn't see who was there until he heard a voice, a voice that was so familiar that he couldn't miss it- Shantell.
It was six 'o' clock but his wait lasted for an eternity
