They all said that when she left, she had a smile on her eyes and brows, which was much better than the living people in the room who were drowning in tears.
They also said that her hands were tightly holding on to her husband and best friend, but she let them go without hesitation the moment they were pushed away.
They also said that her life was worthwhile. She had a husband who did everything well for her, a best friend who shared the same goals, and a flourishing career.
No wonder, I went early.
Her life has been so smooth.
Rumors come from reality. But her real life, like her cold and pale corpse, was buried underground and slowly turned into horrific white bones.