The ink of agony (short story)
Once upon a time, in a small picturesque village nestled among rolling hills, lived a young woman named Eliza. She possessed a rare beauty, with long raven-black hair that cascaded down her back in gentle waves and eyes the color of the midnight sky. Eliza grew up in a loving family, surrounded by the laughter and joy of her parents and two siblings, Owen and Emma.
They lived in a cozy cottage, adorned with flowers and vines, where they shared many happy moments. Eliza loved to paint, capturing the beauty of nature and life on her canvases. Her parents encouraged her talent, proud of their daughter's gift. Owen and Emma often posed for her portraits, smiling and teasing each other. Eliza's paintings radiated with warmth and love, reflecting the harmony of her family.
However, tragedy struck one fateful winter's eve when Eliza was just seventeen. A terrible accident claimed the lives of her parents and her beloved brother Owen, leaving only Eliza and Emma to weather the storm of their grief. The once vibrant household now echoed with a melancholy silence.
The villagers mourned with the sisters, offering their condolences and support. But no words could ease the pain that pierced their hearts. Eliza felt as if a part of her had died with them, leaving a gaping hole in her chest. She blamed herself for surviving, wishing she could trade places with them.
She remembered the last words they had exchanged before the accident; words of love and gratitude, words of farewell. She wished she could hear them again, to hold them close and never let go. She wished she could turn back time, to undo the cruel fate that had befallen them.
But she knew it was impossible; they were gone forever, and nothing could bring them back.
In the wake of their immense loss, the sisters clung to each other for support, their bond growing stronger with every shared tear. Day by day, Emma watched as Eliza's...