The rain drips falls like it's trying to wash away the world. Everyone is holding an umbrellas, as if a bloom in shades of black and grey. The cluster of umbrellas gives a view of a gloomy flower. Surrounding the grave, as if protecting the fresh grave from the rain drops.
*Sob Sob*
She stands off to the side. Still. In Silence.
People lining up offering condolences to her mother, then to her eldest sister. Meanwhile there she stands in the background as the main character of her own tragedy.
[Why am i here? They don't see me. No one really does]
She looks at the puddle underneath. Wondering if this was made by her crying or the rain.
[Even my reflection doesn't quite notice me]
The priest is speaking near the grave, probably giving his final words to the family of the lost man. She's unable to hear it from the back. It doesn't matter.
Her watching the coffin lower. The rain drops slowly fading away. until the wood vanishes below the ground, her chest tightens. Rain drop also muted.
[.....gone....]
Her dead eyes has a shade of grey, until a mature women comes besides her and pats her shoulder.
"Time to go Elia, its time to go home" says the mature women. As she looks towards Elia staring at the grave.
[One last...time...one last breath with him....]
She doesn't answer. Just standing there with everyone ignoring her, drifting with their umbrellas away.
As if the flower petals drifting away after a windy night. Every petal going on its way. One by one.
.
.
.
She slowly moves and follows the women into the car where her mother and elder sister also await.
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8:00 AM
*BEEP* *BEEP*
"God!!!. This alarm....."
The phone alarm is blasting in full volume. Her hands fumbled as it's pitch black in her room.
{Philosophy 101 - University Class at 10AM}
She groans, as she stares at the little alarm note she made on her phone. Throwing the phone back into the pillow and getting up.
She drags her feet on the cold floor, without her slipper on. Walking towards the washroom.
As she flicks on the bathroom light, she notices her reflection staring back at her.
*Pause*
Eyes sunken. Hair still damp as if she was in a rain, now frizzed and heavy. A ghost with a heartbeat.
She raises her right hand, touching the mirror....
[Am i...real ?]
She raises her left hand and pokes her cheek. Lifting her cheek slightly, revealing a glimpse of her canine.
[I still have my cute canine i guess]
[....but was that ....a dream or reality....
Such pain i felt.....hmm]
Her though are fumbled up and she is unable to find her words to explain her though process. Unable to distinguish her feelings.
[Was it sadness or pain ?. Why do i want to cry ?. Or do i want to feel butterfly's in my stomach]
Closing her eyes, she tries to remember her dream again. She can only remember the muted rain. Opening her eyes, the light flickers.
She is starting at her self. The reflection is smiling. or is she ?
She raises her left arm and touches her cheek.
"Its raised".
She doesn't flinch. As she whispers to herself
"I guess....i'm still dreaming...*sigh*"