Layla’s burial*

The family stood somberly in the cemetery, their white attire a stark contrast to the sorrow that shrouded their faces.

They had gathered to bid a final farewell to Layla, their beloved daughter, sister, and friend. The priest's voice rose and fell in a mournful cadence, his words a poignant reminder of the fragility of life.

Hazel's body shook with uncontrollable sobs, her tears falling like autumn rain upon the dry earth.

She couldn't bear the thought of laying Layla ...