My other half

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Trigger warning: This story contains themes of death, grief, and depression.

Sarah sat alone in her small apartment, staring blankly at the wall. She had been doing this for hours, not moving, not speaking, not even thinking. It was as if she had shut down completely, a robot with a dead battery.

This was how Sarah had been living for the past few weeks. Ever since her mother had passed away, she had been in a state of deep depression. Her mother had been her best friend, her confidant, and her rock. Without her, Sarah felt lost and alone.

Sarah's mother had been sick for a long time, but Sarah had never thought that she would actually die. She had always believed that her mother would get better, that she would beat the illness and they would go back to their normal lives. But that had not happened.

Sarah had watched helplessly as her mother's condition worsened, as she grew weaker and weaker, until she finally slipped away. Sarah had been by her side until the very end, holding her hand and whispering words of love and encouragement. But when it was over, Sarah had felt a sense of emptiness that she had never experienced before.

In the days that followed, Sarah had tried to carry on with her life, but she found it impossible. She couldn't concentrate at work, couldn't eat or sleep properly, couldn't even bring herself to leave the house. She was consumed by grief, by the knowledge that her mother was gone forever.

Sarah's friends and family tried to help her, but she pushed them away. She didn't want to talk about her feelings, didn't want to hear their well-meaning words of comfort. All she wanted was to be alone, to curl up in a ball and disappear.

And so, Sarah continued to sit alone in her apartment, day after day. She didn't turn on the TV, didn't read a book, didn't even listen to music. She just sat there, staring at the wall, lost in her own thoughts.

One day, Sarah received a letter in the mail. It was from her mother's lawyer, informing her that her mother had left her some money and a small cabin in the woods. Sarah was surprised – she had no idea that her mother owned a cabin, and she had never been interested in inheriting money. But something about the letter piqued her curiosity.

After several days of contemplation, Sarah decided to go and check out the cabin. She didn't have anything else to do, and the thought of getting out of her apartment for a while was somewhat appealing.

The cabin was a few hours' drive away, and Sarah spent most of the journey in silence. She didn't feel excited or nervous – just empty. When she finally arrived, she found a small wooden cabin in the middle of the woods. It was old and rustic, but it had a certain charm that Sarah found endearing.

As she explored the cabin, Sarah found a journal that belonged to her mother. It was filled with stories and memories of their time together, of the things they had done and the places they had been. Sarah read through the journal, feeling a sense of warmth and comfort that she had not experienced in a long time.

For the first time in weeks, Sarah felt a glimmer of hope. She began to see the cabin as a sanctuary, a place where she could escape from the world and connect with her mother's memory. She started to spend more time there, taking walks in the woods, reading her mother's journal, and reminiscing about the past.

Slowly but surely, Sarah began to heal. She started to feel more like herself again, to rediscover the joys of life that had been hidden away for so long.