Cimorelli One Shots

the aftermath

she didn't know why she was grieving.

she didn't even know her.

she didn't know if she had the right to grieve.

she hadn't made an attempt to get to know her.

she had never spoken to her.

and she felt guilty.

guilty for never doing anything.

guilty for never helping.

guilty for never even letting it be known to her that she was loved and cared for.

and maybe, because of her, she was gone.

maybe, if she had helped, she would still be laughing.

maybe, if she had helped, she could've still been here and she could've gotten to know her.

but there is no turning back in time.

she was gone and there was nothing she could do about it. 

she found out after checking discord.

she sat on her chair, staring at her laptop, not knowing how to take in the sudden, shocking, sad news.

she felt bad.

for everyone who knew her,

and everyone who didn't.

she finally understood the effects one person commiting suicide has on others, whether they been close or mutual friends.

it felt like her own mother died, but it was someone she had never met, someone who lived in a different place.

suicide, just like kindness, has a ripple effect.

one person dying effects everyone.

simply knowing someone tried to take their own life and succeeded is enough to bring down you entire mood.

knowing they were only fourteen.

that they had so much potential, and endless possibilities for their future.

but she knew the only thing she could do now was continue her legacy.

help others.

try to recompense.

staring at the computer once more, typing up yet another announcement.

she pressed the notification button and read a letter, dedicated to the girl who took her own life.

that's when she stood up, and grabbed the piece of paper that had been on the floor next to her, that had been written a few days ago.

she read through the note, before ripping it apart and throwing it into the paper shredder.

smiling through tears, she sat back down, writing a chapter dedicated to the fourteen-year-old.

she started off by writing, she didn't know why she was grieving...

she didn't need the note anymore.

she didn't want anyone to feel what she felt, because of her.

and she decided to dedicate her life to helping others.

making others feel better.

helping them make the right decisions.

and she knew she had a long way to go, as she was only twelve years old.

but she chose to be a lighthouse.

a lean-to for others.

a light to guide those who need it to a safe haven.

and then, little by little, with the help of friends and family,

we could all be happy.

everyone could be happy.

actually happy.

with real smiles.

and genuine laughter.

after all,

the most difficult conflicts have the most glorious triumphs. 

because no matter how long the night is, dawn will always break.

but midnight is the only time where you can see the stars,

hence the dark being the only time you can appreciate the light.

remember that even though pandora's box was filled with disease and hate and crime, it contained hope.

hope.

when the world tells you to give up, hope says to try again.

so try again.

just 

one 

more 

time.

and you will reach the end of the tunnel.

you will see the light.

you will bask in the glory.

you will reach the peak of the mountain.

but for now,

keep trying.

keep walking.

keep doing.

keep climbing.

keep on keeping on.

and when you look back, and see how much you've grown, you'll realize what you are capable of.

you'll appreciate that you kept going.

and you'll thank hope, for being there.

for never leaving your side.

i love you all, my dear readers and followers.

i hope you know that you have a place on this earth, and you have a role only you are capable of filling.

isa, i didn't know you, but i hope you finally got the rest you deserved. #FlyHighIsa #WeLoveYouIsa

<3 the ninth month of the year