She shuts her eyes as if it blocked out all the pain the world was forcing upon her. Intertwining her fingers together, hands gripping themselves till the blood stopped moving.
Dripping across her cheek, tears poured the memories from her eyes. The room suddenly drew still, the only echo in the room of the weeping was the sound of her broken heart.
Slowly, the beating of utter agony began to fade till it was just barely keeping her alive.
There was not enough tissues in the world to wipe away the sadness that rained down from her gray cloud. She was devastated in her loss.
Chimes rang as hearts shattered. The doors were open, but she was not. People offered prayers and warmth, but they could not give her the one remedy that could truly mend her sorrow.
She looked brave, beautiful, strong, but beneath her beauty, masking away from the world was a young woman pleading to God.
She’d trade her own soul to bring back a life, but no matter how much she tried bargaining, the heavens wouldn’t answer her prayer.
The saddened filled the rows and knelt on the pews. The room roared of graceful song and breathe-less sobs. She didn’t notice them though.
She sat in the front, focusing all her attention on the wooden, flower-covered bed. Under the beautiful bouquet lay her world, the happiness that was stolen too soon.
The unfair tragedy that she’ll replay in her head like a dramatic song grew louder in her ears.
It will fill her dreams, mind, and thoughts until the only image she sees when her eyes shut are the ones of the dead.
No one deserves this kind of pain. This empty, lost feeling deep in the hollows of her soul; feeling like the only thing missing is life itself and not knowing if the wounds will ever heal.
Is there even a solution to this? Nothing can fill the void, the gaps grow bigger and bigger until they are tearing you apart. You are broken. But you try to ignore the truth.
The bottle begins to fill with the hauntings, till you find them breaching the top. You are practically just waiting for the overflow to drown you. And you will drown.
You will find yourself sinking and this will be your anchor; dragging you to the bottom of the sea until you can no longer find your breath.
She is expected to speak, to get up and express the love and memories that are stabbing her like dull knives. She tries to stand, but her knees wont work.
Her palms begin to sweat and dizziness becomes the new norm. Parched and weak she finds herself at a podium in front of a million tears.
She prays aloud as if no one, but God was listening to her personal diary of thoughts. The crowd morns with her as she become more and more vulnerable.
This is the second hardest obstacle she’s faced, but she isn’t blind to the fact that more will come. Unfortunately though, no one can be exactly prepared for them.
All she can do is continue to wish she was lying next to you. Forever in your arms, no matter the sacrifice she'd be making.