It has been 13 days since Tessa's death. Thirteen long, painful days filled with sorrow and emptiness. The Elliott manor feels different now, quieter somehow, as if a piece of its heart has been ripped away. Tessa was not just a staff member; she was family. Her laughter used to fill the halls, her warmth bringing comfort to all who crossed her path. And now she is gone, leaving behind a void that seems impossible to fill.
I find myself lost in memories of her, the way she would always greet me with a smile, the way she cared for the dogs as if they were her own children. Tessa had a way of making everyone feel special, of brightening even the darkest of days. And now that light has been extinguished, leaving us all in darkness.
I try to carry on with my duties, to maintain a sense of normalcy for the sake of the Elliott family. But it is hard. Every corner of this manor holds a memory of Tessa, a reminder of all that we have lost. I find myself lingering in the places she used to frequent, hoping to catch a glimpse of her presence, to feel her warmth once more.
But it is futile. Tessa is gone, and no amount of wishing or hoping will bring her back. I must learn to accept this new reality, to find a way to move forward without her by my side. And yet, it feels impossible. How can I go on when the world feels so cold and empty without her?
I have tried to find solace in the company of the dogs, to lose myself in their wagging tails and eager faces. They sense my sadness, I think, offering me comfort in their own unique way. But even they cannot fill the void that Tessa's absence has left behind. I miss her more than words can express, more than my heart can bear.
I find myself questioning everything now, my purpose, my place in this world. How can I continue to serve the Elliott family when I am consumed by grief? How can I find happiness again when the one who brought so much joy into my life is gone?
I know that Tessa would want me to find peace, to carry on with my duties with the same dedication and love that she showed every day. And so I will try. I will try to honor her memory, to keep her spirit alive in the halls of this manor. But it will not be easy. The pain of her loss weighs heavy on my heart, threatening to consume me entirely.
Thirteen days have passed since Tessa's death, and yet it feels like an eternity. I pray for the strength to carry on, for the courage to face each new day without her by my side. And I hope that somewhere, somehow, she is watching over me, guiding me through this darkness towards the light.
But for now, all I can do is take each day as it comes, one step at a time, one breath at a time. And maybe, just maybe, I will find a way to heal, to find happiness once more in this world that feels so empty without her.