It was a good day to leave her life behind. Through one of the many shattered windows in the

My mom smiles more. “You’re not even my daughter. You’re just an orphan. An orphan that my husband adopted. The only reason I didn’t kill you before is because he loved you. Well, he’s dead now. So I guess there’s no more need for you to be here. Isn’t that right, dearie?”

“What mum?,” Shocked to hear her mum’s voice she calls out again. “ Mum! Is that you?”

She was beneath a misty coral-colored sky, dotted with stars and dark blue clouds. She stood there, eyes wide and hardly blinking, as though she was waiting for something that could pass by in a split second and be gone in the next. But she couldn’t quite put a finger on what it is, and she still can’t.

He stopped laughing, but still smiled. “She is, but you being angry is hilarious,” he said.

Once I took my seat, I was holding back my tears. So many thoughts ran through my head. I was returning home , but I had nobody to return to. St. John's is a small city, so I knew I would run into Allison eventually. Also, Allison cheated on me, moved on with somebody new and I was still pining over her. It felt like I was back in high school.

"She's fine. I was actually talking to my mother, and she told me that Alexis talked about you"

“You may be exaggerating a little,” he said holding her hands. “Come on… I doubt your mother is that bad?” Pete gazed out the window.

When Ellie arrived the other day it was dark and she was unable to appreciate the beautiful countryside surrounding her. However today, it was spectacular. The imposing mountains in the distance were stunning and the open fields bordered by lofty trees were delightful. Since she isn’t in any hurry to reach town, Ellie pulls over and simply sits and takes it all in. It is relaxing, drawing the tension from her.

“Wait, what time did you say?” Sophie asked her mom with an austere look on her face.

I held Clementine’s hand in the cold as we walked through the snow covered field. Our breath hung in the air like sheets of ice and I could feel my own lungs as they greedily sucked up the frigid air. She and I had decided to attend the burning today. She said she wanted to bid her parents goodbye. I didn't tell her, but I was going to say my goodbyes to her. But I think she knew. She just had a look in her eyes, a strange one that proclaimed nothing but fear and a resounding emptiness. It was like she had just given up.

On her last days, as I walked her to the park, I heard in depth everything that she was going to miss, as she knew she was going somewhere respectable, as “I know I’m buying a one-way ticket, so there will be nothing to worry you here, just enjoy what you’ve got, and give it your all”.

Margot had all but forgotten about the sun. Now, remembering the sun, the sound of the rain outside seemed stronger, trapping her inside with a wall of water. Margot couldn’t say a word.

I remember the day just like it was yesterday, the pale color and coldness of her skin. The sky was clear blue, soft, with a touch of red, and the trees seemed stiff in their bright green shade. The wind was blowing with its humid dry air. And All I could do was stand silently in disbelief, caught up in my own thoughts and calm as I ever been. Wondering what I could have done differently to change the course of time, life had taken us upon. Since that very day a chunk of my heart was ripped away, and broken into pieces… “Oh how I miss her so much.”

Sarah admired the brilliantly green grass, she’d never seen grass so bright before. Where Sarah was from, by the time the grass had begun to recover from the long, harsh winters, it was autumn again. Staring at the glorious color, Sarah had almost forgot that her world was falling apart around her. Almost forgot that the reason she was seeing the grass was because her mother had been murdered, and she’d been sent to live with her aunt that she’d only ever met once. Almost forgot that she’d have to attend therapy and group counseling, because it was just assumed that she was emotionally broken from witnessing the brutal slaying of her mother.

It was over. It was finally over. Yet, in some strange way, the story had only just begun. Pneumonia’s frightful grasp on Johnsy’s life had since become a distant memory, remembered by all, mentioned by none. Sue and Johnsy finally had the opportunity to go to Naples to paint the Bay, and they both jumped at the chance. They saved money for weeks –indeed years- just to buy those horribly expensive tickets that granted them passage into a different world: The Italian seaside town. The suitcases, packed with the women’s most valuable possessions, sat patiently(Simile) on the wharf, waiting for the adventure to begin. On top of them rested a small, thin package, carefully wrapped, carefully placed. The two painters were standing in a lengthy line, eagerly awaiting the tickets with “Naples” printed on them.