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I don't think there are words to explain how I feel. It's just, almost too much for me. The only bright side is that school is starting next week. It's always a comfort for me there. Books and papers and even homework can help me get away. The most important part is that I won't be working as much. I won't have to see who's not their. Because yes, one person will not be returning to work. Not tomorrow, not next week, not ever.
Mrs. Phoebe Halliwell, the only reason I ever found that I was a witch, is dead. Killed in her own home, by demons I suppose. Her funeral was yesterday. It was touching to see so many people who cared for her. Among them, her eldest, dead, sister, Prue. Who is actually no longer dead. Which is where I get very confused and shocked and just sort of sit there.
So yes, school on Monday. At least there I can find peace.
Mrs. Phoebe Halliwell, the only reason I ever found that I was a witch, is dead. Killed in her own home, by demons I suppose. Her funeral was yesterday. It was touching to see so many people who cared for her. Among them, her eldest, dead, sister, Prue. Who is actually no longer dead. Which is where I get very confused and shocked and just sort of sit there.
So yes, school on Monday. At least there I can find peace.