Arabella-

The dress was beautiful and it seemed wrong. The dress was black with flowers embroidered in black thead.

“Arabella are you ready.” I hadn’t even put the dress on. Wearing the dress would mean accepting the death. It would mean saying it happened.

Kira-

I got the phone call late at night so I knew something was wrong.

“Kir.”

“Anna? Whats wrong”

“Mom.”

“Is she ok”

“Moms dead Kir shes dead.”

“What. I never even got to say goodbye. She can’t be dead.”

“She is…”