The Ressurection

Jannice Aizle Zwayne's Series... Volume I

"I'm not that really lucky am I?" I whispered helplessly as I hold the crystalized blue tulip that stands out above all of the flowers.

I told myself once when I was a child that things I see and touch are merely invisible. They tend to disappear once I keep in touch with it.

At the moment of being lost, I questioned myself. If I should have died earlier back then, things like this would never even happen.

"You will never even lay down on this coffin. Right?" I asked with a smile expecting him to answer me back.

I waited. I dumbly waited for him to reply but he's not even moving from his place.

"Hey! It's rude to ignore a woman's questions!" I shouted like a nut. I can't help myself. I don't even know what I'm doing. I only know that it f*ckingly hurts.

I selfishly embraced his coffin as I indulge myself with tears that fell down unknowingly.

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Someone's POV

"You sure about this?" someone from behind asked. I did not spent any time to look at who it was. I'm busy at the moment.

"It's for the best." I plainly answered back.

"She's hurt. I'm surprised you can control yourself watching her in that kind of state."

"Just shut the f*ck up." I angrily shouted. I know she's hurt. She's freekin' hurt! I wanted to make her feel that everything's gonna be okay, that I will never leave her side, BUT I CAN'T! I SHOULDN'T! It has to be this way. It has to... I disheveled my hair and angrily punched the wall. I'm sorry...

You need this...