Valerie's False-Personal Narrative

The hazel hues of the woman's eyes stared blankly ahead, focused past the moving bodies before her but fixating on nothing. Valerie's whole world had crumbled around her in a matter of seconds it seemed. Blow after blow of bad news came like rapid waves from the ocean seeking to drown her. It was one thing to have a close friend skip town without really a word but it was another thing to have it happen when you needed them the most. In the same night Val had lost two out of the three people in the world that meant everything to her. One died, the other chose to walk away.
How was she supposed to feel when her father was just laid to his final resting place and Delilah was nowhere to be found?
So abandoned.
So alone.
So angry.
So hurt.
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