epilogue
The atmosphere was somber. The People of Handerberry Hill gathered around the area where Halia Adams lay buried 6ft under.
Halia's parents were nowhere to be seen as they were busy spending their time rotting in a prison cell at the Handerberry Hill Police Station.
The People wiped their tears and spoke words of regret and remorse, talking of how unbelievable it was that the seemingly perfect family was in fact not so perfect after all.
Two police officers looked down in shame as their minds replayed the fresh memory of when young Halia Adams came to them in a rush but they chose not to believe her.
A girl looked on with sad eyes. Her posture was strong even though she felt weak. The tears in her eyes did not fall, as she wanted no one to see her looking so vulnerable. Confident. Sabrina had to be confident, otherwise she'd be pitied.
A girl looked on with watery eyes. Her entire figure was shaking and her hands trembled as she wiped her nose with a tissue. She hated how nobody saw her true sacrifice, but it didn't matter. Fragile. That's all Mai would ever be.
A girl looked on with empty eyes. She was seemingly unaffected by the happenings around her. Her problem was that she once cared too much and it had got her ruined. So she stopped caring. Heartless. Drew became heartless.
These broken girls and their façades.
