Darkness Behind The Light

f the lights, the warm laughter of friends, and the pres

oud next to her father, Rhysand, who was se

it was their last moments together. There was laughter, music, and the smell of fres

he fun. Rhysand frowned when he saw the

phone call," he told Livia be

voice from the other side. He staggered back, his hands trembling as h

sion from a distance, had a bad feeling. She app

ing ragged, his chest tight. He tried to speak, but no words came out of

cell phone slipped from Rhysand's hand, falling with a th

pse in an instant. The happiness that had once enveloped her

ong the guests. They crowded around, watching in horror as

ly shaking her father's body, hoping he would open his ey

is voice filled with panic. Some guests rushed out to se

rooted to the spot. The tray slipped out of her hands and fell to the f

eeks. She kneeled beside Livia, hugging her daughter tightly. "Ho

he sound was like the howl of a wolf as her father departed forev

artender and the loving fa

of herself. Every second that passed felt heavier. Her tears see

body. The neighbours rushed to carry her to her room. Livia remained transf

a only nodded weakly and flashed a very forced smile. Their words were like

ld only sob by her husband's grave. With a pale face and blank stare, Livia

. The beautiful memories with Rhysand, which used to be a source

solde became more withdrawn, often staying up late into the

roverted, withdrawing from her friend

the silence of their home. Isolde, still deep in grief, opened the do

bad feeling in her heart. "We're from the National Bank, ma'am. We are he

t like her body was about to fall, locked in a void."Conf

National Bank," the man explained, his calm voice breaking the

ver been in debt!" Isolde, who was confused, t

nancial problem involving his c

ued in an unchanged tone. "Please prepare your

lter and livelihood while they were still mourning Rhysand's passing. Isolde tried to stay strong, e

the documents Rhysand had signed. Livia felt

!" But Livia's screams didn't faze them. The two men stared at th

heartbroken, packe

ables were the only memories they had left. They were forced t

as if every wall had said goodbye. Inevitably, her mind began to spin. W

yes. But Isolde could not give a definitive answer. All there was was a

d Livia once more, her daughte

ed and faded by the hot sun. Every passing second felt