Epigraph

“Love isn't found by chance. Everything is pre-destined."

- Author, Denim Jacket

Chapter One

 

The funeral home was basically empty. The four walls were only holding one dead body, and a tall brunette beauty.

 

The brunette with hair in pigtails wore a white v-neck shirt tucked into a pink pencil skirt, a pair of white Nike Airs and pink tube socks.

 

Her eyes were glossed over while she stood, the dead corpse inside the white coffin in front of her. She breathed out a sigh and forced a smile on her reddish face, letting her tears fall down freely. As soon as the droplets of tears fell down on her cheeks, the smile disappeared. She choked out a sob. As if a force pulled her down, she found herself kneeling next to the white wooden coffin. She sobbed. Her wails of despair unending and she felt as though her soul was crippling into oblivion.

 

She couldn't believe that the person who she had just seen hours before was now trapped inside a glass covered coffin. Not breathing. Heart not beating. Her eyelids not opening. She was dead. Grandma was now dead.

 

The brunette had not expected such thing to happen. Hours ago, when her father broke the news to her, she had awaited her grandmother to pop out from behind the hospital door saying that she was alive and that her father was just messing around. But alas, her fate was definitely not messing around.

 

The stomach operation needed for her Grandmother's colon cancer Stage IV did not go well, and ended up with her dying. Her mother and her siblings went on a war about who was at fault. She could care less about who's fault it was. She could care less about them fighting.

 

All she cared about was her grandmother.

 

Impressum

Verlag: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 29.07.2020
ISBN: 978-3-7487-5183-0

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