The Sorrow

Anne didn't speak and just stare at one place all the time. We decide to cremate her parents and she can't even look at the jar. 

I tried calling a psychologist and it seems like Anne lost her hope and herself. I blame my action for that. 

When I got inside her room she didn't even eat nor touch her meal. She's just sitting on the veranda staring at the garden. 

"Anne," I called and as usual I receive no response even a stare from her. 

"I'm sorry for bringing you this chaos," I added. 

"I mess your life and I am completely making up on it if you'll just give me another chance," I said. 

"I'm not disappointed in you Lucca," this is the first time that Anne talked to me again, But her reaction is not the same Anne that I knew. Her eyes are like dead fish looking through my soul. 

My heart is pounding in fear and guilt for doing this stuff to her.