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The day she went away
“Good Night, Good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow… if the day comes that is.
Today was an important day for all of us. It was the same day ten years ago when Maria passed away. The same lamenting day that haunts us even till today. Being in night, all this is but a dream. A dream we hope we can wake up from and escape from. However, everything changed this very moment. Maria came back to us, not as a living soul, but a ghost. A brittle, fragile shell of the Maria we were once all familiar with came back to us. It felt like the sins we bore were washed away. That’s what we wanted to think, but no. She had come back to haunt us. She had returned from her grave to impose her revenge.
Back in middle school, I formed a club. An adventurous club consisting of a mere eight people. Although the numbers were quite lacking, everyone enjoyed the company of one another. We used to hike through the bushes and explore the mountains. We did practically everything a middle school student would never even dream of doing at the time. As the leader of the club, I was as merry and proud as anyone could be. I used to boast to teachers, students, anyone that would listen about our little adventures. Our club was in the last year of middle school before the tragic accident happened. Maria passed on to the next world.
Ever since that day, the club tore apart.
“Good Night, Good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow… if the day comes that is.
Today was an important day for all of us. It was the same day ten years ago when Maria passed away. The same lamenting day that haunts us even till today. Being in night, all this is but a dream. A dream we hope we can wake up from and escape from. However, everything changed this very moment. Maria came back to us, not as a living soul, but a ghost. A brittle, fragile shell of the Maria we were once all familiar with came back to us. It felt like the sins we bore were washed away. That’s what we wanted to think, but no. She had come back to haunt us. She had returned from her grave to impose her revenge.
Back in middle school, I formed a club. An adventurous club consisting of a mere eight people. Although the numbers were quite lacking, everyone enjoyed the company of one another. We used to hike through the bushes and explore the mountains. We did practically everything a middle school student would never even dream of doing at the time. As the leader of the club, I was as merry and proud as anyone could be. I used to boast to teachers, students, anyone that would listen about our little adventures. Our club was in the last year of middle school before the tragic accident happened. Maria passed on to the next world.
Ever since that day, the club tore apart.