Time Is Relentless

Laura - The cemetery

Today I remembered how I can still feel lonely even when surrounded by a lot of people. Their blurry faces kept dancing around me when Alisa told them I was the deceased’s niece.

I should have cried my lungs out, shouting that I was Beatrice’s older sister. But I merely stood there, frozen in place with my gaze on the floor, nodding from time to time.

Many of them didn't even bother to look at me. Some stared at the floor while others looked at the coffin.

I’m tired. A knot in my throat formed after hearing so many worthless words of comfort. Nothing can be said to soothe the aching inside my chest. So why do they keep spouting their useless consolations?

Whenever I think of her, my chest grows tight, and my throat dries.

It's hard to believe that she is gone. I remember all those times I snuck into her room to play with her when we were younger.