Latifa knew her foot steps were undeniable loud, the way her sandals grinded into the ground compressing the soil with all the rage she didn't have anyone to vent out on, On her face were dried tear tracks, Her eyes were reddened — as if drenched in blood of just a lighter shade. Her hands trembled as she reached for the coffin in front of her —yes a coffin, that was all that remained of Her aracely, the more she thought about it the more her stomach churned and tears stung her eyes, She felt someone place their hand on her shoulder, maybe for support, her mind was too clouded to decide. It was a small gathering in the woods, they tried to pick somewhere isolated so they wouldn't get attacked and the ceremony wouldn't be disrupted, Not many came, just those within their inner circle, although the knews of AA's death was an open secret, Latifa just couldn't accept an audience, it's not what Aracely would have wanted.
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