Gwen did a lot of things, made a lot of mistakes, and crossed paths with a lot of people. And, she did those people very dirty. This makes those people want revenge. And one of them is a man named Jeremy.
His anger and hatred is so much, he decides...
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👼 MY ANGEL 👼
Grandma was carrying Elsa on her lap, and Mum was carrying Gwen.
The photo was taken in a studio, and they all looked so happy. Elsa gazed at her mother's face, finding her to be incredibly beautiful.
Then, she turned her attention to her sister.
Gently tracing Gwen's face in the photo with her finger, she called out, "Gwen!"
Amelia came to her side, noticing how thin and stressed Elsa had become since her twin's passing. She pulled her into a tight embrace, enveloping her in warmth as if she were a little girl again.
"Cry, my child. It's okay. Cry and let it all out." These words were enough to make Elsa weep bitterly. Seeking comfort in her grandma's arms, her tears flowed like a river.
"It's okay to cry. In fact, it's good to cry. You've lost a significant part of your life. You've lost someone who meant the world to you. This world is cruel. Life is like a train, taking you on a journey full of pain. It brings you light, but it also brings you darkness.
"The pain you're feeling is too immense to not wash away with tears. Yes, my child, let it all out with tears. Weep, my grandchild, and don't hold the pain within yourself. For it will turn into a snake that devours you from the inside."
Elsa cried in her grandma's arms until she eventually ran out of tears and calmed down.
Amelia wiped away her tears and smiled at her, saying, "My grandbaby, let me make you something to eat. To make you strong... and put some meat back on your bones."
Her grandma's voice was filled with love, sweetness, and warmth. Elsa chuckled and nodded. "Can I help you, Grandma?" she asked, wanting to get up from her seat.
Amelia held her shoulder, stopping her from getting up, and lightly shook her head. "No, you just stay here. What I want for you to do is to stay as beautiful as you are."
She then stroked Elsa's hair. "I've noticed you've lost some weight, child. Have you not been eating well? Have you stopped taking care of yourself?"
"Grandma, it's hard."
"I know, child, but I don't want you to stop taking care of yourself and lose yourself in grief. You are such a bubbly child. You have a personality that could charm the birds off the trees.
"Don't lose that, Elsa. Don't let yourself wallow in self-pity and sadness so much that you lose that sparkle that has always been in your eyes. Don't lose that light, that smile.
"It's okay to cry, child. It's okay to be sad and mourn your loss. But it's also okay to move on. Allow your wound to heal, because it surely will. But even after it heals, it will leave a scar. Such pain must always leave a memory, and that memory is a scar in your heart."
