Hazel)

Everything that's left of my life and strength drifted before my eyes. I feel scorched like a flower in the bud. Or maybe, that's Kelvin's story.

Can five years suffice for the rest of my life?

What will become of me?

My eyes drifted towards the direction of the morgue. I felt a swirl of emotions I couldn't process. My cheeks dampened. I felt hot tears trickle down the neckline of my dress.

" What should we do?" I heard Dominic say.

I wiped my eyes and got up. " You may return. I ...