As she sat on the cold church bench, Iris felt the streams of tears running down her cheeks. The tears from both eyes met at her chin where they formed droplets and fell down on her black dress. The grim church walls isolated the room and kept all emotions from escaping, making sure the depression stayed inside these walls. The room was filled to the brim with people who had loved her grandfather. She had no idea who half of the people were, she only saw their sorrowful faces, mourning.
The sobs and cries dominated the otherwise empty room. Every person had their gaze fixed on only one thing, the eerie coffin in the center of the room. The sobs increased as the coffin was carried out of the room.
Throughout the ceremony, Iris had one question that filled her mind: What is the point of living if it all ends in grief?
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Pointless
Short StoryIris has to deal with the loss of a close relative. Despite her tries, Iris finds herself completely drowned in grief. Can she escape her depression, or will it only get worse?
