She had two sisters and one brother; the latter, consumed by the wrath of civil wars and one of the former, embraced by epileptic frenzy. The other chose to kiss the heavens after encountering the duplicity of her love. They were lucky devils, to be cuddled by the intimacy of death soon.
She on the other hand, was always detested by it. How strange; now it seemed as if she had no connection to them whatsoever. She was married once; she recollected the remnants of her union: The viel ensheathed her closed eyes and enthusiastic lips waiting for that one touch she always dreamt.
That intense memory has always been fresh in her mind, though her dotage has been vigorously aiding in omitting it. Her husband, her last hope of company, couldn't escape the malignant clutches of coronary infraction and she was forced to see, yet another, tug of death.
She couldn't be blessed with the power of inventing life either, her womb had long since been impoverished; but, maybe it was for the better, she always thought, who can judge the inexorable nemesis? it comes creeping. Who knows it would have brainwashed her kids into leaving her too.
The drowsy thoughts of unordered events, made her loneliness more unbearable. Rarely someone passed through her house. Oh how she pined for even a small sound of treading on the snow or a blest lost soul, requesting directions. just a small interaction, that's all she asked for.
Part II ends here, just one more part and the story finishes, hope you guys enjoy it ☺😊😊😄😄😄😄😄, thanks for reading 😁😁