Her crimson eyes are an obvious evidence of many restless nights. It's not simply fatigue; it's the burden of lingering memories. Her brother, her best friend, and Tomisin are all smiling on the picture hanging on the wall. However, everything changed after an accident killed both of them. Every nook and cranny of Her existence is filled with agony.
Tomisin amble around the park, the sound of their laughter echoing in her head like a spooky tune. The trees are illuminated by a warm glow as the sun descends below the horizon. The stars appear when the sky is covered in darkness, like little glimmers of hope. A fleeting memory of a stargazing night spent with them prompts a melancholy grin.
She closes her eyes and embraces the night in the peace. Their voices seem to be whispers as the leaves rustle. They appear to be stating, "We're still here." Her eyes may be crimson as the tears pour, but for the first time in a while, they also hold a glimmer of hope for recovery—a monument to the fact that friendship and love persist even in the face of the greatest grief.