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"Some lose all mind and become soul, insane. Some lose all soul and become mind, intellectual. Some lose both, and become accepted."
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Arabella enters the cemetery with a bucket of flowers with the intention of visiting Sean's grave. Her smile drops when she find that someone spray painted "MURDERER" over the headstone.
"What the hell?" She swore loudly shaking her head. The brunette places the flowers aside, and stands in front of them. She glances at the bible written in headstone.
"The light shines in the darkness and the darkness has not overcome it."
She felt nothing. And it sucks, and it doesn't make any sense. How come your not even mad not in the slightest when you saw your deceased twin brother's headstone got spray painted written "MURDERER" by someone you did not know? She just stood examining the sights, and zero. No pain feeling starting to suck in- no tears. She found the term then. She was numb. She felt empty, and she hates it.
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Arabella sits in the confession room with Father Kieran. "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. It's been...a while since we talked."
"Arabella. I'm surprised you're here. How are things?"
"Not pretty.." She sighs. "I came about professional advice. About Sean."
Kieran looks at her in gestures for her to continue. "I guess since I'm a masochist, I went by Sean's grave today and-"
"Damn it." Kieran spoke. "I was hoping to get that cleaned up before you saw it. I hope it didn't upset you too much."
The brunette frowns. "Wait what? It happens everyday?"
Kieran stood silence, and she takes the answer as a yes. "As I was saying.." She trails off. "It didn't bother me at all. That's the problem. That's why I'm here. I slept like a baby every night this week. Even though my brother hacked nine priests to death, not two feet from this confessional. I felt just fine seeing "MURDERER" scrawled across my brother's grave." She explained, a stressed look fills in. "
"It's called healing, Bella.."
"For months, after the massacre, I couldn't think of anything else. And then suddenly nothing. I need to feel that pain! Without it, I feel broken! Empty! Like, there's someone to blame and I'm letting them get away with it!" Arabella confesses. "None of this is okay. And I-I don't know how to handle it."
