Lilian's Pov, Nestle Town.I groaned and slowly opened my eyes, my head throbbing with pain. I tried to sit up, but my body felt heavy, and I could feel the weight of the duvet on me. I realized I was still wearing my pajamas, and my body ached all over.I sat up and rubbed my eyes, trying to recall what had happened last night. It was my birthday party, and I had thrown it at my place. I invited all my close friends, and we had a great time drinking, dancing, and laughing.But then the memories started to get hazy. I remembered someone offering me a drink, and then another, and then everything went blurry. Did I drink too much? I tried to remember more, but my head was pounding, making it hard to think.I looked around my room, and it was a mess. There were empty bottles and cups everywhere, and the furniture was scattered around. I groaned again, feeling embarrassed and guilty about the state of my room. What did I do last night?As I got out of bed and walked towards the bathroom,

Lillian's POV I could feel my pulse racing as I watched the car getting closer and closer. But just when it seemed like we were about to get hit, a police car pulled up beside us and blocked the drunk driver's car. The driver was arrested, and we were able to continue to the cemetery without any further incident. But the whole experience left me feeling shaken and vulnerable. As we arrived at the cemetery, I took a deep breath and prepared myself to say goodbye to my parents for the last time. But even as I stood there, surrounded by my loved ones, I couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness and loss that had taken hold of me. The funeral was held in a quiet corner of the cemetery, surrounded by lush green trees and blooming flowers. Just me, Peter's family, and the government workers gathered to pay their final respects to my parents. The priest led us in prayer, and we stood in silence as he spoke about the importance of cherishing the memories of our loved ones. The coffin, dra