He held her.
He held onto the last remnants of tenderness between them….
He held her for an eternity….
Rena found herself in a daze. She murmured softly. “Where is she? I need to see her.”
Alexis was so young, surely frightened without her mother by her side.
Waylen didn’t want Rena to go, fearing it would trigger further distress. “Give it one more day. You need to rest now.”
But Rena persisted.
“I must go. Waylen… She is my child. I need to see her.”
As twilight descended, within the Fowler family cemetery, the earth lay cloaked in the shadow of towering trees, the sun sinking beyond the horizon.
Adjacent to Betty’s tomb stood a small grave.
Rena stumbled out of the car, her steps unsteady.
When she caught sight of the diminutive tomb, she froze, her weakened legs giving way as she knelt on the ground, her trembling hands scooping up a handful of fresh, moist soil.
It clung to her palms, revealing tender buds…
In that moment, the harsh reality finally sank in.
Alexis was truly gone…
The sky loomed with heavy clouds, casting a somber tone over the scene.
As the sun began its descent, its dying rays played upon the ebony leaves, casting an eerie aura upon the ground, as if mourning the loss of a fragile life.
With tears streaming down her face, Rena appeared devoid of her very essence, as if her soul had been wrenched away.
Doubt somehow still plagued her thoughts as she pondered whether Alexis was really dead.
Inwardly, Rena questioned, “Alexis, are you departing without a farewell?”
Are you gripped by fear?
What… What should Mommy do without you?”
Rena clutched a handful of fresh soil against her chest, bowing her body. Even through her garments, the frail silhouette of her back was discernible.
“Why… Why did you deny me a final glimpse of her?” Her words trembled with anguish.
He held her.
He held onto the last remnants of tenderness between them….
He held her for an eternity….
Rena found herself in a daze. She murmured softly. “Where is she? I need to see her.”
Alexis was so young, surely frightened without her mother by her side.
Waylen didn’t want Rena to go, fearing it would trigger further distress. “Give it one more day. You need to rest now.”
But Rena persisted.
“I must go. Waylen… She is my child. I need to see her.”
As twilight descended, within the Fowler family cemetery, the earth lay cloaked in the shadow of towering trees, the sun sinking beyond the horizon.
Adjacent to Betty’s tomb stood a small grave.
Rena stumbled out of the car, her steps unsteady.
When she caught sight of the diminutive tomb, she froze, her weakened legs giving way as she knelt on the ground, her trembling hands scooping up a handful of fresh, moist soil.
It clung to her palms, revealing tender buds…
In that moment, the harsh reality finally sank in.
Alexis was truly gone…
The sky loomed with heavy clouds, casting a somber tone over the scene.
As the sun began its descent, its dying rays played upon the ebony leaves, casting an eerie aura upon the ground, as if mourning the loss of a fragile life.
With tears streaming down her face, Rena appeared devoid of her very essence, as if her soul had been wrenched away.
Doubt somehow still plagued her thoughts as she pondered whether Alexis was really dead.
Inwardly, Rena questioned, “Alexis, are you departing without a farewell?”
Are you gripped by fear?
What… What should Mommy do without you?”
Rena clutched a handful of fresh soil against her chest, bowing her body. Even through her garments, the frail silhouette of her back was discernible.
“Why… Why did you deny me a final glimpse of her?” Her words trembled with anguish.