The Tragedy

The world froze, bright colors became a monochromatic color.

Lily heard the news in a blur, cruel fate tore her heart into pieces, shattering it to its millionth part.

James, her love, her life, was gone.

She felt a thick fog suffocating all of her being, shrouding everything that once brought her familiar delight.

All that she used to enjoy and dream of the happiness and hope in their world, now seemed to belong to someone else.

Laughter, shared dreams, and future plans seemed all so distant and far from her reach.

Lily withdrew into a shell, shutting herself away from the world.

She could not find solace in the presence of others, whose words of condolence seemed hollow and insincere. Solitude was the only thing that brought her comfort, quiet moments when she could grieve without anyone interrupting her.

Her once-vibrant apartment had become a tomb, silently speaking to her about her pain.

Paintbrushes lay untouched and dust-covered on her easel. The once-pleasing canvas for her emotions now seemed hollow and senseless. Art that had been a source of joy now became a mockery of her pain.

Lily had been drifting through life like a ghost haunting the corridors of her existence. What was once promised as a bright future turned grim and bleak. She couldn't understand the meaning of life, the purpose she herself had been given.

The world outside kept turning, unaware of her pain.

People continued living their lives, laughing, loving, and enjoying themselves. But for Lily, the world had lost its color, its music, its rhythm. She was adrift, a solitary soul lost in a sea of grief.