Ave didn't know for how long she was in that room with the dead body, but she didn't allow herself to drift into the sleep that was threatening to take over her as the minutes ticked by and turned to hours. The sun had set long ago, and she sat in one position inside the dark room without moving nor adjusting her legs that were hurting from the long hours she had been sitting for. Her eyes burned from how much she kept staring at the body, willing some miracle would happen and the girl would wake up.
But no matter how much she wished for a miracle, nothing happened; the body remained unmoving and completely still. Though Ave could no longer see her face because of the darkness, she could make out the outline of the body. The sight was unsettling, and the guilt that stabbed at her heart made her wish she could turn back time and avoid hitting her with the vase.
