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who was I to condemn life? I was Anna, or a ghost, or a shadow of her. Because that wa

prepared to bid my soulmate, who had been my partner for the past five years

kept an eye on this man, this Italian physician Marco De Mayo, who not only captured the interest of my class but also won my heart. Everything went well after that, and

it was in such excruciating pain. Without him, how would I survive? How was I supposed to learn that when my hear

se he was cold, stiff as stone, and white as marble. I pulled my hair up in a ponytail and wore a simple black dress. Emily, my dearest friend, would pick me up. It was quite difficult

ful eyes welled up with tears at the sound o

urvive," I said but I was not

gony in her words tore me to pieces that were impossible to mend. I wasn't even

motionless but

cause it was above the ocean. Death gave its final statement. The body was located and collected, aut

ce. And I, how was I? To be honest, I didn't

automaton, controlled yet lifeless, with no memory of the past or the present. This state

cry for help, but no one could hear me, so I sat quietly in my reserved seat in the tiny church, br

s. It was all coming at me like an avala

and asked about how I was feeling. How would I respond to this? To stop the tears from rolling down my cheeks, I looked up. They burnt so intensely that

I could practically hear my heart breaking, and I prayed my suffering w

nt and uncertainty; everyone was looking at me and feeling sorry for me. I kept telling myself everything will be okay, but my courage started to fade. I sighed deeply as I continu

h, the stillness persisted. They took a quick step in the direction of Marco, and I im

ermanently. I was telling myself that nothing in my life would be sufficient if I did

as replaced by the anguish of being alone because I was powerless to fight depression. When

enly too heavy for me to breathe. In spite of my best efforts to contain my emotions, they continued to fall

t him. The light in my heart had been dimmed forever since he was no longer present. I waited for the funeral service to complete while grieving silently. The loneliness I

the coffin lowered into the ground. I bowe