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Under the pouring rain, with her bones trembling, body shivering, she stood with her father and listened with great curiosity. "This is just a place you know. A visit. A pass through." Her forehead creased in bewilderment, without knowin...
Jane stood between the towering grass of Santa Lucia's graveyard behind the basilica. Her fingers wrapped around the stem of the bunch of lilacs. There were tears in her eyes, still vividly fresh and shiny. The wind was strong, but the melancholia brought by her lamentation was more powerful. It felt as if it had only been yesterday since she visited her fake tomb and cried over a child she never knew. But today, Jane was again, in the graveyard but rather, standing and visiting the tombs of the people she had known.
"I'm sorry Jane." Harriett sympathetically said but no words nor gestures would be able to comfort her again. There was nothing left to say. Her tongue, enveloped with this terrible bitterness. Her eyes, filled with raging tears gushing down her face. Jane did not even bother to wipe them off. Her hands, now grasping tightly along the stems of the flowers she had been holding since she came back. In her head, she heard Frederick Chopin playing 'Funeral March' again. Its notes pounding, vibrating a resonating and depressing melody in her ears over and over again. In her heart, she felt thousands of bullets severing her flesh. This unimaginable sorrow and grief further dragged her into this petrifying misery. And her soul, oh her soul felt as if it had been continually being split in half. Mercilessly, she was falling and falling and falling while breaking and breaking and breaking. This soul of hers had been consumed and devoured by a poisonous remorse of life.
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The sun was still high and bright. Again, its rays beamed across her eyes but she did not blink. Almost blinding, she did not care. Perhaps she'd rather be blind. "Jane, it's time." Harriett placed a hand on her shoulder. She squeezed her eyes shut. More tears fell on her cheeks. When she exhaled, her eyes fluttered. Slowly, Jane knelt down on the ground in front of Edgar, Georgiana and Rosalie's tomb. She then placed the white lilacs on their graves.
Her body was almost shaking, her limbs, together with her head and with her chest constantly ached. She did not move. Later, the silent afternoon had been broken by her loud agonising sobs. Still kneeling, Jane cried. It reached to the point that she was even choking, coughing and sobbing all at once. It was too much.
"Jane, please, you know we have to go," Harriett pleaded. Jane was still catching her breaths but she was nodding repeatedly. "I'm sorry." Even the old lady was now crying as well. But what could their tears do after all? Everything had been broken. They were all beyond repair. Burns could never, ever take the time back and redo the things that she had done wrong. "We have to go Jane," Harriett tried to help her stand up. Mechanically, she obliged.
Jane hastily wiped her tears dry off her face. When she finally recovered, Harriett held her hand. Together, they walked back where Giovanni and Francisco waited next to their vehicles. They stopped. Before Harriett could even say a word, Jane determinedly uttered, "I want to go home." The old lady nodded. "I, I can't stay here." She gulped and looked away, afraid to cry again.
"Then you should go back." Harriett whispered.
"Harriett, I – I have to find my own place too." The old lady waited. "I can't live with dad anymore." Jane was shaking her head when Harriett embraced her immediately. "I can't."
