Time Period: A Flashback
Teenage Emma's p.o.v
Unlike previous days, my monthly blood flow was unusually heavy today. My cramps were very painful and unbearable. Lily's herbs didn't provide any relief for me. I refused to visit the hospital because I didn't want the doctor to call the authorities on Lily and me. We were both minors and runaways. Upon my urgent request, we visited a nearby Quick Trip gas station. Lily looked for food to buy while I used the bathroom. Something other than urine left my body. I encountered a gruesome sight when I checked the toilet. Blood clots made up the image of a dead female fetus. I cried and screamed silently into my hands. I never knew that I was pregnant. I must've conceived my daughter as the result of a recent one night stand. I flushed my daughter's remains along with my regrets down the toilet. Lily carried and helped me through my grief. Strangely, a dove followed us to our next destination. Lily claimed the dove was my dead daughter's spirit.
Time Period: The Present Reality
Situation: Emma has continued to mourn for her daughter Spirit
Emma's p.o.v
My desire to recapture and rekindle what we lost in the fire slips away with each passing moment. There is a long pregnant pause between us. I am haunted by your loving intense stare. My spirit is a snow white dove that is buried beside your fragile body. I feel as if I am attending my own funeral although your corpse is on display. Your love is true and immortal even from afar. You are a bittersweet memory that is always flying high above my head. Your demise unlocked the door to an imaginary paradise. You were designed and groomed to be different and a sacrificial lamb ever since you were in the womb. I still wonder why we couldn't witness another new sunrise together. Lingering scattered ashes, lingering sights and sounds of our past lives, remind me that sorrow nor death have the final word. My world is empty without you, but I know our separation will not last long.