Breathless; Love, In Torns

t a scar in the sky.

sky was too clear and the day was too bright. A perfec

t was gold-crisped and warm, holding no sign of grimness. Her eyes trailed behind the cluster of flying birds that mad

the sweet gurgles of fine pebbles when thrown into the water. A day to spoil oneself with a cupful

Stefflon ceas

ir boxes and rummaging through their wardrobes and alcoves for black clothes as tears

ng, been swallowed by blackness the moment s

to conceal her sore eyes sac. She hated it when people peered into her grimy and sore eyes like they wer

a sharp pain. A thrust by a blunt object. A sudden hole in her heart. A heart-wrenching emotional wreck. But, she knew the moment she shifted away from t

cannot be true. It should

efflon was somehow one of those birds or perhaps, the wind itself. Some people liked to believe that they’d r

the sky and she always said she wanted Whitney to ret

ud, not in a real sense, but she rarely bought the belief of returning as one when she died. To the amazon, a raven was preferable, or even

e her desktop was a framed picture she had taken with Stefflon four years ago. She picked the picture and ran a finger through it. Her h

ey had even gone to the same high school. They built a bond

e on her desk was from their high school graduation day. They had both shed tears afterward because they feared goi

e peered at the frame and thought about the day they took that picture. There was no way eithe

ears had misunderstood and called Stefflon a bad friend for that but Whitney knew Stefflon enough to know she was not. She had only wanted to prove to Whit

by getting herself heartbroken. It came

chool. Whitney had been so upset that she had refused to speak to Stefflon for days until one evening, Stefflon came to Whitney’s house and explaine

of spite but it truly was not. She had gone after them to prove to Whitney that

ple did not see that except Whitney. Perhaps, that mutual understanding was one of the many strings that kept them as best friends for sixtee

y hate

from when they were kids into a gloomy Stefflon. A ghost of her true self. Stefflon was never the type to

family before Stefflon and let them maltreat her. Some nights he would stay away from home and Stefflon always feared he

his infidelity. Good enough to sweep

with the divorce, she loved him too much. Way too much for her good. She had onl

e should have left her. He should have insisted and maybe, Stefflon would have

Stefflon’s funeral with him. She could not avoid giving her last respect to her friend

they successfully plan the funeral and after

lay in the morgue