It was a cold morning. The sun marching somberly up into the clear sky above, there was no mist or cloud to obstruct its path. However, Aribelle stared at the ground, paying little attention to its inevitable progression.
Grief leaving her body numb and eyes empty, she did not feel the tears roll down her cheeks or mind to the chill in her fingers as she stood next to the freshly turned soil. Aribelle had known loss before, however experience did not make her any more hardened towards it. Each person who left her like a different and fresh wound onto her soul, their absence was sure to leave an impression on her long after their physical presence had turned to dust.
