The day blurs. Time passes painfully slow and suffocating. Everything becomes meaningless. I don’t remember the journey back from the hospital. Don’t remember who dressed me. Don’t remember the moment I let go of her hand.

I just remember the silence from her even when I was surrounded with chaos of everything unfolding to the rest.

The funeral is small and simple. Rora planned it with Derek. The place is decorated with Sofia's favorite flower. I never even got to know her that closely ...