Liberty used to love rainy days. It reminded him of her warmth instead of the fights he had.
The rain reminded him of coming home. He only hoped that Naomi could see rain in a similar view because now, she would be the one coming home.
“Thank you everyone for making it here tonight…” Tiffany stepped on the platform beside Naomi’s framed picture. The curly-haired woman was elegant in black. And so was everyone else in the room, even Tine, who was bawling her eyes out beside Matthew.
Even their teachers and classmates who paid respect.
Her bob-cut hairstyle was a little longer now, brown locks extending towards the end of her nape.
Naomi would have been teasing her about it if she had seen them.
The room was huge. Or at least it felt huge. Liberty sat in the corner as he observed
