"Here we go," she said softly. The girl walked to her mother's room. When they got there, the white powder stuck to the wall and rounded up into several white bubbles. The bubbles cleared everything in the room.
After everything was done, Freislor immediately locked the room and lay there. She sleeps facing the window. Beside the bed, there is a photo of her father and mother holding them both. Freislor's heart seemed to grieve at the sight of her. Slowly, one hand grabbed the photo.
"Dad, I miss you," she thought. The girl cried and hugged her father's photo until she fell asleep. The rain came and accompanied Freislor. It was as if he understood and felt what Freislor was feeling.
On that day, she fell asleep soundly. The atmosphere at that time was silent, unlike Breckson who was now in his private room. The teenager was dealing with some documents that he was emitting from his hands.