Third Person POV:
There was once a time when an aura of sureness was in the air, when regrets weren't even thought of, and flashbacks didn't haunt them. They didn't have to worry about life and death, whether they were going to live or not. They only had to love each other and make the best of their existence.
That time was over.
The only illumination in the entire main room was a single candle, centered in a circle of people. Only one person was missing, and he was breaking the walls of his room with angry fists of desperation. Five children sat alone in the absence of their mother, clinging to each other as their father burned out alone, torn with agony.
She wasn't coming back. They had to accept it.
The group's breathing was synchronized, fearing the worst but hoping for the best.
