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Fleki’s POV

I’d now truly become a firm believer of the fact that though you may never overcome the grief you feel from losing a loved one, with time you'll learn how to live with it. Grief as intense as what I felt after losing the mot precious person to me is something I’d probably never be free from, and things had taken a good spin when I wholly accepted that.

I knew the former was a fact because I didn't think there would ever be a day where I’d not relive my fondest memories of the elder, mostly because we’d crafted core memories together for so many years that it’d be hell to attempt pushing her memories away completely since they were endlessly stuck in my mind.

Time had also been in my favor because it ran by quickly after I’d begun to see grief as a feeling I’d need to adapt to for it’s weight on my chest to lighten rather than an adversary I had to battle when I had no chance of overcoming it that way.

In what I’d personally experienced as quickly as the flash of lightning,