all night she stayed in the chapel, kneeling in front of the altar and solemnly praying
that her brother be safe. that the blood that flowed wasn't that abundant it'll lead to an end.
she ardently beseeched of his mercy to grace upon him, her lifeline and the only reason she was holding on.
she begged and cried out, didn't mind if her eyes was swollen. felt numb with the hurt she's feeling. didn't care if her palms clasped are now sweaty.
as long as her prayer was heard and the results be his answer.
it'll be okay.
she heeded to the hushed whispers of her heart and soul than the dissonance of what is likely to happen and what she wants to conceive.
she hoped for she doesn't want to just wish.
