Emptiness prevailed. Her thoughts lacked coherency. And what little flecks of coherence remained were all pain and the bitterest of sweet reflections of Sophie, stacking up to an insurmountable agony.
Maybe it was a protection mechanism built into her psyche or maybe it was just her, but in a matter of minutes, loss gave way to rage.
Alyssalee’s head rose, her hands slamming into the ground. Everything in the vicinity that wasn’t fixed to the earth momentarily rose as a c***k shocked the air.
“Alyssalee...”
Her body trembled as she crawled to where Sophie’s body rested. She brushed the dirt from her face. Sophie was beautiful even in death, defying the tragedy that befell her. Her best friend and lover wore peace on her face, as if a bout of her infectious giggling could flare up at a
