Jeslyn returned to her room and sat on her bed, thinking about her matters. She still couldn't believe that her dearest grandfather was dead. She slowly closed her watery eyes as the tears fell down her cheeks.
It hurts so badly. She didn't get to see his body before he was cremated. She didn't see his ashes and also, the most painful part is that she didn't get to bid him farewell or attend his funeral.
That must be the reason she isn't able to move on. All this while, she didn't get a place… this quiet to think about her sorrows.
She had two unfeeling friends in prison who wouldn't want to see her mourn or lament. Now that she is finally alone, she can cry now, right?
"Grandfather," her lips shook. It hurts… Mentioning his name hurts very much.
"I miss you a lot…" she broke down in tears as she wailed like she had never before.
