I can't believe what I saw today. It was like a fleeting moment, a mirage that disappeared as quickly as it appeared. Tessa, running past me in the hallway, her laughter echoing in the empty corridors of the Elliott manor. For a split second, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. But deep down, I knew it was her. It had to be her.
Tessa, with her infectious smile and mischievous eyes, always brought a sense of joy and warmth wherever she went. She was like a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day, a gentle breeze on a hot summer afternoon. And now, she's gone. The void she left behind is palpable, a heavy weight that hangs in the air, suffocating me with its presence.
I still remember the day she first arrived at the manor. A young, vibrant girl with a zest for life that was simply contagious. She was like a breath of fresh air, breathing new life into the old walls of the manor. Her laughter filled the rooms, her energy revitalizing even the most tired souls. And now, she's gone. How can someone so full of life be taken away so suddenly?
I find myself lost in memories of her, the way she would sneak into the kitchen late at night for a midnight snack, the way she would dance around the garden, her laughter ringing through the air. It's hard to believe that she's no longer here, that I won't hear her voice or see her smile ever again. The pain of her absence is a constant ache in my heart, a reminder of the fragility of life.
I try to find solace in the memories we shared, in the moments of laughter and joy that we experienced together. But it's hard to escape the reality of her absence, the emptiness that now looms over the manor. I miss her presence, her energy, her spirit. And I can't help but wonder why she was taken from us so soon.
As I go about my duties in the manor, I can't shake the feeling of loss that haunts me. The rooms feel quieter, the hallways lonelier without her. It's as if a part of the manor has been ripped away, leaving behind a gaping hole that can never be filled. And I find myself struggling to find happiness in the midst of this overwhelming sadness.
But I know that Tessa wouldn't want us to dwell on her loss, to wallow in sorrow. She would want us to remember her with love and laughter, to celebrate the moments we shared together. And so, I try to hold on to those memories, to keep her spirit alive in my heart.
Tessa may be gone, but her presence lingers in the walls of the manor, in the echoes of her laughter that still resonate in the air. And though my heart aches with the pain of her absence, I find comfort in the knowledge that she will always be a part of the Elliott manor, a bright star shining in the darkness.
I miss you, Tessa. And I will carry your memory with me always, a beacon of light in the midst of my sorrow.