That Woman, An Eccendentesiast.

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"Goodbye, Aunt Serene."  

The woman swallowed her pride, as she adjusted her burning black top hat with a sigh. Today was the day.

The day she dreaded the most.

Her step-mother's funeral.

Honestly, to say she was the closest person the black haired female could ever wish and have was an understatement.

That woman, the corpse that'll be buried 7 feet below the Earth was the world to her. She was the person she not only loved to heart but also respected in her entire growing life.

She was her role model as a child and still is even though she knew it was nearly impossible to be in those warming arms again. Those arms that'll wrap around her and comfort her all those hard saddening years.

Without her, the woman in black wouldn't know how to even try enjoying herself for once. That's a few of a thousand more reasons why she cherished and cried like a mad man when she died.

But she guessed like they all say, everything has a goodbye. It's whether it'll be a fast goodbye or a slow painful long goodbye. She guessed she got the latter.

The woman was snapped out of her thoughts when she heard the clock rang, as it strike three. 

She sighed. It was time.

She gazed her living room one more time before heading towards the nearby church.

"Goodbye, Aunt Serene."

There, in white laid her mother, smiling peacefully. She almost wanted to cry for how many times those smiles were her cure of pain but now, all of it was gone.

Now, those smiles are merely a reminder of what the woman had.

She gazed around the large church. Almost everyone shed some tears while she just simply put on a facade. She just smiled weakly.

It's not that she's happy. Oh boy. Happy is far from her range of emotions at the moment.

It's just .. she couldn't anymore. Her tears were no more to none existent at this point.

So, all she could do was be an eccedentesiast and let people think whatever they wanted for doing that.

Let them think such foul thoughts since sometimes that's what humans simply are; foul.

—based one the word 'eccendentesiast' which means someone who fakes up a smile.

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