The Whispers (Editing 📝)

Goodbye -1

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The blustery trental rain descended down, from the thick, charcoal clouds, across the dreary sky.

As if, the moisture itself were mournful teardrops cascading down, across the small mountaintop town.

The dark, weather outside symbolized exactly how Emily felt, bleak, and grief-stricken.

She barely kept herself upright as she stood inside the cemetery with family friends and the town's minister.

Emily didn't care that her feet felt numb standing in the freezing mud.

That her limbs and bones felt the blustery wind chill when it moved past her face and pierced through her black, marina wool jacket she had bought this year for college.

Emily welcomed the brutal sensations against her fair; now, pinked colored skin at-least she could focus on the winter cooled rain crying from the mournful heavens, instead of this grief and the anguish ripping away at her heart, as she gazed toward the freshly dug grave in front of her.

Unfortunately, the brutal sensation beating against her brittle body didn't help her forget about the emptiness. The loneliness and the ungodly pain she felt inside.

A part of Emily had died a few nights ago when she had received the phone call in her college dorm

On this fall afternoon, she had to say goodbye to her best friend. Goodbye, to the woman she loved, her mother.

She had been Emily's strength, her ray of light in this dark world.

She could no longer pick up the phone and call her mother when the morbid nightmares visited her at night.

Emily felt her heartbreaking, shattering into a million pieces, as she looked toward her mother's pearl casket.

Insane thoughts rushed through her mind. She wanted to run to her mother's casket and shake her, scream, beg her not to leave; her daughter still needed her.

She would give anything if she could wake up from this horrid nightmare right now.

The mud kept her feet glued to the saturated ground as she silently let out a scream inside for her mother not to leave.

The air in her lungs began to constrict. She sucked in a frosty breath as the minister nodded over to men to lower her mother's pearl casket into the empty gave below before saying the last prayer.

She barely heard the minister's words as grief overtakes her soul. Her body swayed with the wind, her head swam with dizziness.

"The Lord is My Shepard. I Shall Not Want. He Leads Me......."

The world around her became distorted, her knees weakened, buckling out from underneath her.

Hearing the muffling screams ring out as her body collided with the cold soggy ground.

She closed her eyes when a warm hand grazed across her cheekbone inviting in the darkness engulfing her.

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Emily woke-up in a meadow surrounded by beautiful daffodils.

Daffodils had always been her mother's favorite flower. She closed her eyes and inhaled the daffodils fragrance before she opened her eyes.

When Emily flicked open her eyes she noticed the lady's figure standing next to her.

"Emily." her voice came out sweetly.

She knew that voice. Emily cried out, reached towards the woman, and embraced her into a fears hug, "MoMA!"

"Oh Emily, I love you. Always remember, I love you," Her mother slightly pulled back looking at her daughter.