FATED TO BE YOURS

Chapter 67: Alone in Solitude

As Sam's grandmother searched the resort for Mon, her heart ached at the sight of Mon sitting alone on the shore, the waves crashing around her as she gazed out at the horizon where she had once promised forever with Sam.

Approaching Mon gently, her footsteps muffled by the sound of the surf, Sam's grandmother reached out a comforting hand, her voice soft with sympathy.

"Mon," she said, her voice catching with emotion, "it's time to go. Sam's funeral arrangements have been made."

As Mon turned to her grandmother, tears streaming down her face, her pain poured out in heart-wrenching sobs. "I can't do this without Sam," she cried, her voice choked with grief. "I don't know how to live without her."

Sam's grandmother pulled Mon into her arms, holding her tightly as she wept, her own tears mingling with Mon's. "I know, my dear," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "But we will get through this together. Sam will always be with you, in your heart and in your memories."

From a distance, Mon's parents watched with heavy hearts, their own tears flowing as they witnessed the depth of their daughter's pain. Unable to bear seeing her suffer alone, they longed to offer her comfort, but knew that in this moment, it was her grandmother who held the strength to console her. And so, they remained where they were, silently praying for their daughter's healing as she mourned the loss of the love of her life.

As the days crept by in the wake of Sam's passing, Mon found herself enveloped in a suffocating silence, her grief consuming her every waking moment. Despite the persistent chiming of her phone, her friends' messages of comfort remained unanswered, each notification a painful reminder of the void that now filled her life.

Mon's friends, desperate to reach out to her in her time of need, continued to send messages of love and support, their words carrying the weight of their concern for her well-being. But try as they might, their efforts to break through the walls of her sorrow proved futile, as Mon remained ensconced in her own private agony, her heart shattered by the loss of her beloved Sam.

With trembling hands, Mon picked up her phone, the weight of grief heavy upon her as she scrolled through the messages from her friends. Each name brought a surge of emotions, a reminder of the bonds she had formed and the support that surrounded her.

"Mon, I know there are no words that can ease your pain right now, but please know that I'm here for you, whenever you're ready. Sending you love and strength." Tee's message offered words of solace, a gentle reminder that she was not alone in her pain.

"Mon, we're all thinking of you during this difficult time. Remember, you're not alone. Take all the time you need to heal. We're here whenever you're ready to talk." Kade's words carried a sense of empathy, a silent acknowledgment of the depth of her sorrow.

"Hey Mon, just wanted you to know that we're here for you, whatever you need. Your strength through this is incredible. Take care of yourself." Jim's message resonated with understanding, a testament to the strength of their friendship even in the darkest of times.

"Mon, I can't imagine the pain you're going through right now. Just want you to know that I'm holding you in my thoughts and sending you all the love and support in the world. Take all the time you need." Yuki's message, filled with warmth and love, offered a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness.

As the days stretched into weeks, Mon remained ensnared in the grip of her grief, unable to find solace in the messages of comfort that flooded her phone. Each day blurred into the next, a haze of pain and emptiness that seemed to stretch on endlessly.

One morning, as the harsh ring of the doorbell pierced through the silence of her home, Mon dragged herself out of bed, her heart heavy with the weight of sorrow. With trembling hands, she opened the door, only to be met by the solemn faces of her friends standing on her doorstep.

Tee, Kade, Jim, and Yuki stood before her, their eyes filled with concern and compassion. Despite her reluctance to let them in, they refused to leave her to suffer alone, their presence a testament to the strength of their bond and the depth of their care for her well-being.

With a gentle yet concerned tone, Jim approached Mon, her eyes reflecting both care and worry. "Hey, Mon. How are you holding up?" she asked softly, her voice filled with genuine concern.

Kade, standing beside Jim, nodded in agreement. "Mon, you don't have to go through this alone. We're here for you," she reassured Mon, her expression mirroring Jim's concern.

Yuki, her voice tinged with worry, stepped forward, her eyes searching Mon's face. "I've been calling you, Mon. I was really starting to worry," she confessed, her concern evident in every word.

Yuki's voice trembled slightly as she spoke, her worry evident in her words. "Mon, I'm really scared now," she confessed, her eyes filled with concern. "I've been so worried because this... this isn't like you. When Nop passed away, you were hurting, but you were still reaching out to us. Now, seeing you like this, it's... it's really frightening," she admitted, her voice quivering with fear for her friend.

Jim's voice carried a hint of pain as she spoke, her concern etched into every word. "Mon, Sam wouldn't want to see you like this," she gently reminded Mon, her eyes reflecting the shared sorrow of their group. Tee's voice joined in, her words laced with empathy. "We're all worried about you," she confessed softly, her heart heavy with the weight of their friend's suffering.

Mon's bitter tone cut through the air as she finally spoke, her words dripping with sarcasm. "Well, since Sam's no longer with me, she can't witness my suffering, can she?" Yuki enveloped Mon in a comforting hug, offering solace in the midst of her pain.

Jim's suggestion hung in the air, a gentle reminder of the need for self-care. "Maybe staying at Sam's house isn't the best idea for you right now," she proposed, his concern evident in her voice.

Mon's words, tinged with bitterness, pierced the heavy air in the room. "Thanks for the advice, Jim," she spat, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "But don't you remember? I made a promise to Sam. I vowed to be by her side, and this house is where her essence lingers. So, I'll stay right here, if you don't mind."

Kade's concern was palpable, yet Mon remained steadfast. "Staying here only digs the knife deeper," she cautioned. But Mon, burdened by sorrow, stood her ground. "I'll stay," she declared wearily, her voice weighed down by the pain of loss. "Just leave me be. I'm exhausted. Exhausted from the endless heartache, tired of being abandoned by those I hold dear." With that, she excused herself, seeking refuge in the sanctuary of Sam's room, where memories of their love still lingered.

Jim, Kade, Tee, and Yuki shared worried glances, their hearts heavy as they witnessed Mon retreat to her bedroom, carrying the weight of her grief over Sam's passing. The somber atmosphere hung thick in the air, leaving them all feeling helpless in the face of her pain.