Chapter 98 Heaven Mourns With Her

• The sky draped itself in a somber blanket of dusky grey clouds, heavy with sorrowful tears, as she sat beside her aunt's grave. Her cheeks were moist with the relentless cascade of salty tears, never ceasing. Regrettably, we arrived too late for the funeral rites; everything was concluded, and her aunt had departed before our arrival. Blame fell upon the relentless downpour and the ensuing tempest that disrupted our journey, prolonging our delay and amplifying her grief.
• "You understand, Arthur," she whispered between sobs, her face buried against my shoulder. "She was my only blood relative, and now she's gone too."
• I stood steadfast beside her, offering what solace I could muster. I wished fervently that my words alone could resurrect her aunt or turn back time to grant her one final moment before the burial, to gaze upon her beloved relative's face.