Looking down, I wanted to share the strange feeling I was receiving and I could only talk to her.
“Jacey…”
“Hmm?”
“I feel like my head is bursting from stress.” I confessed, affixing my eyes on the ground as I held my shirt.
“About what?” She asked worriedly, shifting closer quickly.
“I don’t think I am strong or capable enough to console someone in the time of mourning. I can’t do this anymore. I don’t know how to do it.” I told her as my lips quivered slightly.
I took the crushing feeling but I was not that strong enough to bear a funeral. It was mentally affecting me and if it wasn’t for Saafia, I wouldn’t have done it.
“But, you were the only ones there for me.” She whispered, holding my shoulder lovingly.
“You should know what and how I was back then, I am not like this any
