The walls around Mircea were closing up on her. She couldn't believe what had already happened. She was dreading this for days, however, life had shown her no mercy. She tried to console herself, there was nothing she could do... if it was fated.
She wanted to blame somebody for it, her father, her mother, Faustina, she wanted to blame the saints but she knew it was no one's fault but fate.
Mircea also knew unlike people fate wasn't going to apologize to her for snatching her mother from her life. It had been exactly 6 days 23 hours 15 minutes since her mother's death.
No one had come to console her that she would come back somehow, no one had said sorry to her. Everybody wanted to fill up her position. Faustina was nowhere to be seen. She had no idea what her father was upto. She wanted to go to him and hide in his arms if she couldn't hide in Faustinas'. Mircea never was a crybaby but she couldn't stop crying.
