Lilly Muffin

Grief is in two parts.

Her eyes resembled storm clouds, ominous and weighed down with despair. The gravity of her suffering hung over her like a somber veil, casting a pall over her countenance. The tears that trickled down her cheeks were akin to raindrops on a windowpane, tracing a path of sadness on her face. But within the depths of her eyes, there glimmered a spark of light, like a beam of sunshine piercing through the clouds. It was a sign of her indomitable spirit and resolute determination to overcome the darkness that threatened to engulf her.