Silence had become a very deadly part of today.

The sorrow, tears ,and pain.
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When i heard the news i was shocked, i never thought, i never imagined it would end this way,i never imagined the first funeral i would attend would be hers.

Death is cruel, but humans are crueler, Victoria Dantes was a victim of the cruelty of the vultures called humans,

I knew she was sad i knew she needed me, i could never be her good friend, i could never really understand her.

Maybe she just wanted to be loved, to be heard, to be understood. Maybe beneath that frown and that bold front, that angry face. There was a little girl begging to be loved. to be wanted, to fit in to this world. This world of vultures. Did she realise the cruelty of this world? Or did she die because she couldn't accept the fact that she couldn't fit in? i don't know any more.

All i know, is that I'm here, attending her funeral, a funeral where the vultures are gathered. I couldn't protect her i never could, if only i had told her i loved her, if only i had stopped her, if only if only.

"I can't continue like this", i pressed my hands against her...