The Night Sky Trilogy volume one

Eve

I look at the puddle of my tears on the ground.
I can not stop crying. But I must get over the tears and the crying. For I must say and show the world of what I have lost. And of what I have found.

So with one last try. And one last minute, I dab all of the makeup off and attach a black flower pin to my hair. Perfect.
And soon I am ready to leave. I will attend the funeral. Then what is next? The world? Or beyond? We may never know. But we may try. Bye.