Cold, she felt cold while brushing a piece of hair out of her face.It was still outside. Her heart felt heavy and swollen deep within her chest. She made her way to the front porch and, pressed her hand against the cool glass door. She knew she had to go inside the small brick house that she had made a home over the years. It was her grandparent's home. They had practically raised her ever since she opened her beautiful brown eyes. She opened the door. It creaked as she stepped through the threshold and onto the pink tiled floor. She glanced around the somewhat crowded room. Her mother, father, brothers, and many other various relatives gave her a nod. She felt as if her heart had fallen through the floorboards. She drew in a slow shaky breath. She brushed passed shoulders as her feet carried her though the little room. She realized she was walking to her grandmother's beautiful room.
The sun shone through the drawn back curtains. Her grandmother had opened the window. It felt wonderful inside the well lit cozy room. She inhaled. The familiar scent of her grandmother's favorite perfume hung in the air. She smiled. It felt safe. She flung herself on her grandmother's warm bed and smiled. The smile was returned. "Happy Birthday," she whispered. She leaned in to give her grandmother a hug. She loved being in the familiar embrace.
She opened her eyes. The memory tore at her heartstrings. She made her way up to the still bed. That's when she saw her. It wasn't real. It couldn't be. A tear slid down her hollow cheek. She leaned down and lightly brushed her grandmother's hair back. Her forehead was pale and cold. She shivered. She was full of anger. She hadn't been there to tell her favorite woman goodbye. She hated herself for that. She knew she had to leave. "I love you," she said in a shaky voice.
As she made her way to the porch she could feel the sunlight hitting her achy, mourning body. The clouds had cleared. It was so still outside. Almost eery she thought. That's when she heard something. A windchime. Why would the windchime make it's elegant sound? It was so still outside. That lovely sound. It was simple yes but, from that moment she was not angry anymore. She thought of it as her grandma saying that it would be okay. A faint smile played around her lips as she made her way to the car.
. Ok, now on to ze review. I think you have a wonderful piece here, I love the imagery and description that you use incredibly well. A little minor things that I'd like to touch on:
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