It was dark, too dark but no darkness could compare to the one which lay deep in my soul, which was tearing me apart. The mood in my surroundings was sad which could have been felt felt like a very heavy weight in the air even by a passerby with no reason to be sad. But no sadness today can rival the sadness which was shattering my already broken heart into a million, billion, or even more than a trillion pieces, you cannot exactly count them.
I watched as she was laid to rest, three feet under the ground. Emily was sobbing and Seth was trying to choke back his own. Elders were gathered, mourning the loss of a dear friend. The Pack was consoling my Seth and Emily but none were doing so for me.
But I cannot really blame them, how would they know that I was even least bit affected by her death if even a single tear had escaped my eyes since I heart the devastating news.
Wasn't I sad? If yes, then why wasn't I crying? Why wasn't I mourning like everyone was? Because the sadness was too great to be washed away with tears. I lost two of the three most important people in my life. I tried to get away from the memories of the first by spilling tears day and night but discovered that they were no use. Only thing they did was to leave me mentally exhausted and make my eyes red and puffy. So, I have lost faith in my tears.
I have lost faith in nearly eveyone if I tell the truth. I have discovered the reality. No one will be there for you when you are in need. Just like the leeches and the honoured leech hunters/lovers ( depending of which one you talk about ) did.