"Maria?" Alicia uttered, staring at the woman in Alaia's arms. Her tone was unsure and a little bit shaky. She wanted to be wrong. She wanted that woman not to be Maria because she was feeling something wrong towards the woman. One of the woman's arms was drooping lifelessly. She had caught a glimpse of the blood that had tainted the familiar dress. She could see a small part of the woman's face that was tainted with dried blood. Every little detail was screaming that it was Maria but she was hoping for her to be wrong.
"No- That can't be." Hazel weakly said, shaking her head, refusing to believe what her eyes were seeing. Like Alicia, actually, all of them had recognized that it was Maria. They were confused, wondering what had happened. They were horrified, wishing that it wasn't the blonde that they knew.
