The cold ocean waters engulfed her body, like giant blue flames overtaking her entire being. Until, she was left panicking in choked cries as her body kept floating down into the deep blue depths.
She closed her eyes.
This was it.
Prisana's pathetic life flashed as an obedient daughter who thought she had it all. All, which disappeared in the blink of an eye on the day of her wedding. Then her life warped into truths which were opened by Giovanni, Erica, and the beast who shed all for her to use him.
Who would miss her?
Aunt Florence, perhaps. Prisana had been avoiding her since returning to New Jersey. If she knew her life would end so soon then she would have easily forgiven her aunt so they could come to good terms.
Her mother's portrait came to mind. If she were alive, then perhaps her own mother would have missed her dearly as well.
Would the beast miss her?
