It has been a turbulent and chaotic few days since the incident with Aymond. The air is heavy with tension, and the weight of what transpired hangs over us like a dark cloud. Liam's actions were necessary to protect Eva, but it doesn't make dealing with the aftermath any easier.
Aymond was once a close friend, someone I trusted and confided in. Seeing him transform into something monstrous was both shocking and heartbreaking. It's difficult to come to terms with the fact that he is no longer among us, his presence now just a memory stained by tragedy.
The guilt weighs heavily on my shoulders too. Could I have done more to prevent this outcome? Should I have seen the signs earlier? These questions plague my mind as I try to make sense of it all.
Eva seems distant now, her eyes haunted by what she witnessed that fateful night. She blames herself for what happened, even though we all know she had no control over Aymond's transformation.
I find solace in art during these trying times – losing myself in paintings and sculptures helps me escape from reality for a while. But even then, thoughts of Aymond linger at the back of my mind like an unwelcome guest.
The streets seem quieter now; there is an eerie calmness that wasn't there before Aymond's demise. It feels as if we are all walking on eggshells around each other, afraid of saying or doing anything that might trigger another wave of chaos.
As much as I try to move forward from this tragedy, its impact continues to reverberate through our lives like ripples in water after a stone has been thrown into it. We must learn how to navigate this new normal – one without Aymond but forever changed by his actions.
But life goes on regardless -a never-ending dance between joy and sorrow- and so must we continue our journey down this winding path called existence.