── .✦𝑨/𝒏: I cried a little while writing this (I was listening to Fourth of July by Sufjan Stevens while I was writing it), I feel like it stinks but I just wanted to vent after the last chapter of Act Two (I refuse to believe that Isha is dead) and by the way, my native language is not English, so if there are any writing errors, let me know
You never understand the pain of losing a daughter until you live it, Isha, that little girl who made you reconnect with your inner child and that you accepted as your daughter, she was gone, she may not have been your blood daughter, but that didn't really matter to you, the family doesn't define having the same blood inside, it is defined by the people you consider family, even though it took “a short time to know each other” that girl had already stolen your heart completely, you felt that Isha was your own daughter and no one could change that, that's why it hurt you so much when you saw her sacrificing her own life for you and for Jinx, a poor girl with a life ahead of her with a heart good enough to give her life for you, you don't accept that she's just gone, you and Jinx had too many things to deal with to talk a lot about it, both of you were trying to grieve by supporting each other, it was very difficult because Jinx was also devastated but they did their best trying to help each other, neither of us wanted to talk about it but did you know that you had Jinx and she knew that she had you to support and love each other, dreams were precious until you had to wake up and realize the reality, every night it was the same dream where you, Jinx and Isha were a very happy family, where you watched Isha grow up and you spent quality time together, but every morning when you woke up it was the same nightmare, you realized that Isha was no longer with you, I was not sleeping between you and Jinx and that you would no longer see her every day when you woke up.
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