55. HER LOST LOVE

Palm trees swayed to the aggressive breeze that swept across the gloomy horizon. Heavy rain watered the grass and umbrellas were raised to shield from the rain.

It was a sad and cold evening. The smiths alongside the press, Branden's relatives, friends, co partners, shareholders, Clifield university's staffs, Evelyn, Jane, men of high caliber, and Diana were all present at the funeral.

Soul drained and eyes swollen, Diana was depressed and broken. Nothing could fill the void in her heart, not money, not posession, not parties or friends could spark up a little glimpse of happiness in her.

Her heart repeatedly pierced by the emotions she couldn't bear nor control, it all seemed like a dream, the nightmare she was dying to crawl out from.

Her one true love was gone, the man she had lived years with, gave her all to. Diana couldn't help but soliloquize. "Do I deserve to live? He is in the grave because of me, what's the use of living without him?"

As if loosing her parents wasn't enough,