Life is a path filled with thorns you will choose to walk on to attain those achievements in the end. Life is filled with rooms you will wish to stay on and wish to run away and never enter them. Life is filled with jars you open taking what you like, making decisions and choosing what you think is best for you like the chocolates you pick from the shop. But life also has that one jackpot where you might win with happiness or get a bad experience. And parting with loved ones is one among them. You don't get to choose it. You just get what is given to you. Death is one.
Auran stood on the grave holding a white rose. He regretted not visiting his grand mother soon. Volca stood next to him. She could not leave Auran and Jiah alone. George was waiting for them outside the church.
