[84] GOODBYE LATIFAH

Silence. The silence was so loud.  It carried about the ashes of memories, walking by and sprinkling their memoirs like carriages. it was the kind of silence that could choke you without holding you, the silently toxic kind, slowly circling you as if it were playing a childhood game and then... bam. you are dead 

The casket was white —Latifa's favorite color, She loved bright colors and her favorite was white, Aracely could still recall teasing her and reminding her that even in the color of white, there were still shades, but then Latifa had replied, but in black, there is no shade of white.

In every good person, there is a bit of evil, an evil that is suppressed by their values and honor and honestly, but it doesn't take much to bring out the black in every person. Aracely took two steps forward before she heard Tania's voice echo through her ears, “this is ridiculous” the woman spat. Aracely tightened her fists, she still co