Rewriting My Heart's Fate (Ethan and Evelyn) novel Chapter 362

Chapter 362 

“I understand how you feel, Eve. Losing s 

g someone so close is a pain no one can easily let go. But just like you said, we all need to find a way to move out of that gloom and embrace life again. You did it, and believe I can too.” 

Lyla’s voice was steadier than before. Though her eyes were still red and swollen, the silent determination to face life had begun to resurface. 

“I remember Grandma telling me that life is like a journey. We will meet many people and say goodbye to many others. Every departure is meant to cherish those who remain and to keep walking our path 

“I think she’s now somewhere watching over me and wanting me to stay strong, 

I squeezed her hand gently and offered my silent support. 

“Lyla, your grandma was right. We have to bring her love with us and keep moving forward. 

“We’ll handle the funeral tomorrow. It’s going to be hard, but it’s also a step toward saying goodbye to her and growing as individuals.” 

We talked late into the night, sharing memories from our past and dreams for the future. We were trying to pour out every emotion we’d bottled up. 

That night, Lyla tossed and turned in pain, yet she hadn’t managed to suppress the griet. She appeared the next morning with a pale face. 

I knew that there was nothing I could say to case her suffering. All I could do was stay by her side. 

Each of us held ally. As I stood in front of the altar in that depressing moment, I stared at the photo of Lyla’s grandma. 

Time seemed to freeze at that moment, and the air was thick with sorrow and loss. 

Lyla’s family, friends, and neighborhood filled the room with grawe faces. Their faces were solemn with grief and 

respect. 

I stood beside Lyla and could sense her stiffness and inner turmoil, 1 silently prayed that this ceremony might offer her some form of relief. 

The funeral was dignited and somber. Each note of the music struck like a hammer. 

Lyla gripped my hand tightly to tell me she was holding herself together with all her might. I looked back at her with an unwavering gaze to promise her that we were in this together. 

The crowd slowly dispersed after the funeral, and only a few close family members and friends remained in Lyla’s living room 

There was a heavy silence that enveloped us, but it held a strange kind of power. It was a quiet reverence for life and tribute to the one who’d passed and a spark of hope for what was to come