Dimensional Imagines

When Clara Died

Prologue

"It was such a shame. At such a young age."

A woman nodded, tears brimming the lower edges of her green eyes, as she attempted to hide her small sniffles.

"Only seventeen. She had her whole life ahead of her."

The atmosphere in the room was already deprived of joy and warmth, and the more they examined the corpse, the further their hearts fell.

It was just the three of them; mother, daughter, and friend. Their presence adjacent to the body was not felt, for it was lifeless.

For the last time, the woman forced herself to look over her daughter's deceased and quiescent form.

They eyes that once glimmered with dynamism were now hidden under closed eyelids. Her hair that was naturally in short, dark ringlets prolonged and stretched from her head, accenting her face.

Kissing her face with tear-soaked lips, she whispered her last words to her daughter.

"Know that I will always love you."

When the room was cleared of the two, and the corpse was left alone from within, the mother grabbed the hand of her accomplice and whispered, "It's time to move on."

And thus, this was deemed the night Clara died.

A/N
So, I meant for this to be humor, but I guess this might end up paranormal or something. I didn't really plan all of these turns in the story, I just imagined them on the spot, and now I have whole new ideals. Funny how my mind works.