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owly gave way to despair and madness. I hated this lonely house. His absence enraged me. I d

ng people might be beneficial to me, but what would I do when I remain alone? Who was I going to

t breathe or live. It was simply there, grabbing hold of my

r a loved one who was still in their lives, or perhaps it was just for tomorrow. I, however, lacked

s. I've learnt that if you don't take care of yourself, no one else will since I went so

k to the shore's safety while swimming in a sea of hopelessness. I did not know when daytime or nighttime would arrive. I only knew that at home, I fe

smell, and everything else. My only decorations were the nail traces I left on the walls of the e

ng us together again and extend our time together in the next world. But until that point, all I

that there might be some relief at the end of this terrifying tunnel I had built for myself, I

what I saw at night was something I would never forget. Since Marco passed away, all of my d

rs. Mallory, a kind neighbor who lived close to my home, was chasing after her small

t. I took a few deep breaths and counted from one to ten to unwind. It was ineff

of the morning. This was how my entire week had gone. I would sleep in

under and lightning began while I was lying in bed. I jumped when I heard some shouts and a hushed sou

my life weeping and honoring his memory, and that each night I would be by myself. What I

clung to all I had in reality. I screamed for people with names I didn't even recognize to come and save me, but there was no one there

ssing hours, but I had the impression that I was suffocating in an hourglass as I

never accepted me as their daughter-in-law and still didn't give a damn. After

ling me, but the problem was that I never answe

ugh the small and timid crack, the sun pierced directly into my long, asleep eyes. They ached so badly that it made my

e Marco away from me also wanted to help me heal. The same world that built a wall of suffering and left me helpless, clinging to it wit

before the formal period of mourning had started. My soul felt like it was being caged by it. One person coul