TMUW 73: Black

My eyes were swollen as I stared blankly at the two coffin in front of me.

Everything happened so fast. It felt like I had lost a leg because of what happened. It was as if my soul had left me, and worst of all, I felt like I'd lost the motivation to keep living.

I wiped away the tears that streamed down my cheeks. I felt Bernadette's presence beside me. I don't know if I should be thankful that they're with me, especially at times like this, because all I wanted right now is to be alone.

Although Bernadette and Noah weren't forcing me to talk, I preferred not to interact with anyone for a while. I felt so tired from everything I had gone through.

Up until now, I still can't accept the fact that I lost my parents. The parents I depended on. How can it be this hard to be dependent on parents? It felt like my life ended when my parents were taken away.

I can't even find the will to keep living. I don't know if I can continue; I felt incomplete, physically, mentally, and emotionally