He walked into the house happy that he went to see Grace before whatever would happen to him, little did he know, life had other plans for the little boy. The house was silent, a little too silent. He thought that his might've mum went to bed, then he heard noises from the top of the stairs. He slowly climbed up, watching his back every now and then, he saw his mother's phone on the ground, with sounds coming from it. Like as if on a call. He turned the phone over and he was able to hear a voice familiar to him. The person called from his dad's number, although it wasn't him. It was his friend. "Hello?" The voice from the phone echoed in the empty house.

"Hello? Anyone on the other side?" He heard his father's friend ask again. This time a little agitated and stressed and sad, a mix of emotion he wasn't able to read. "H-hello?" He stammered while holding the phone to his ear. "Darra...I'm so sorry... you are so young. You don't deserve this..." He had a sob coming from the other side. A man from the town of Dillow, the happiest, jolliest, merriest place in Ireland was crying? "What's going on?" Darra asked, looking at his parents' bedroom, dark without the lights on, though unusually silent. He couldn't even hear his mother's breathing. Something in his gut told him what his father's friend was about to say, and what was behind his parent's door, would change his life, forever! "Darra...your father...was in a car accident."

 Darra stood still, able to hear the clock's ticking now as if it just appeared. He didn't let the phone go through like he was waiting to hear the words he feared the most. "I'm so sorry for your lose Darra..."

 He moved to his right, like as if a robot, his eyes widened as if for the first time, his mouth closed and the blankest of expressions froze on his face. He reached his hand out and opened the door, only to see his mother hanging from a rope on the ceiling, her eyes wide and staring into those of her sons. 

He then dropped the phone. His eyebrows curled up together as his eyes wandered the room for some sort of letter or writing, and indeed he found one. In his mother's handwriting, she explained that she was selfish to do this, and she promised him that she would always be with him, watching from above. And that he has to be a good boy from now on, not to disturb anyone, and to be kind to all. Because once you cross the line between the living and the dead, you can't turn around and mend your mistakes. So he should spend his life at his best. She also wrote in big bold letters, she loves him. 

He had no idea what to do. Whether to cry or go seek shelter from the church. But he knew that that wasn't possible, everyone avoided him and his family, mostly because everyone thought he was weird, out of the ordinary. The majority of the city had red hair and emerald green eyes. He however had silver-like hair and pure purple eyes that shone whenever he stood under the moonlight.

 He didn't want to stay inside anymore. It was beginning to suffocate him. He wanted to leave, right away, but he couldn't just leave his mother there, all alone in the empty walls of the Murphy house. He decided he wanted his mom to rest in eternal peace. With shaking hands, he raised his body off the floor, his face wet with tears yet his expression showed nothing of sadness, no whimper yet he was crying nonstop. 

It hadn't hit him yet. 

He untied the rope that was hanging his mother to the ceiling, with a loud thud, his mother dropped on the floor making Darra's heart break into a thousand pieces. It still hadn't hit him. He tried carrying his mother's body but her feet refused to leave the ground, therefore dragging. His eardrums could no longer hear his mother's footsteps, now it had been replaced by this dreadful sound, which made the tears come down his face even harder. 

It still hadn't hit him. 

He laid her body on the ground next to her favorite garden, right behind the house was a beautiful flower garden filled with amazing flowers Darra has ever seen. She planted tulips, roses, sunflowers, daisies, daffodils, and other beautiful flowers, always filling his nose with amazing sent. Now that his mother is gone, it looked to him that the flowers also died, creating a foul stench he couldn't bear.

 It still hadn't hit him.

He grabbed the hoe from the shelter where his mother kept all her gardening equipment, digging a hole in front of the garden she loved so much. When the digging was done, the time to put his mother to eternal peace had arrived. He looked at his mother's eyes, once full of joy and happiness and wonder, now lifeless, not one trace of light. 

He lightly touched her eyelids, dragging them carefully till they reached the bottom of her eyes, closing them fully. Right then, he really felt his mother had left him, in body, and in spirit. He didn't want to cry yet, although the time for that decision passed the minute he heard about his father's death.

 He lifted her body and slowly lowered her into the grave, fearing he might break her body if she fell. He then covered her with the dirt and she was a part of the earth, once again. Then, he lost it. He screamed and shouted his heart out, with the tears pouring out like rivers, it had finally hit. He stayed there for hours, crying and crying. At one point, lying next to his mother's grave, thinking they could be closer. But it wasn't working. In fact, the more he stayed there the more he felt the memories haunt him. His mother's smile he could see in his mind.

 He stood up and left.