Truth
Third Person's Point of View
Demetria thinks it's already dawn. She's still here in the nothing place they call it, looking out at the vast ocean that even one emotion you can't see from her face.
She wanted to cry, she wanted to hurt herself, but for what reason? For Fernan? No, he doesn't deserve her tears even a bit. She wanted to go to the hospital and follow where Fernan was taken, but, hatred and anger still lingered in her heart.
"If you're not here in the world, maybe Mom and I will do better." she had no appetite for emptiness and was holding her own arms because of the cold caused by the wind coming from the shore. She could still see the yachts that were empty of people and just staring at the edge of the sea.
She looked at the sea where she was standing in.
"How deep is this sea? Should I see it myself?" she asked herself. She slowly stepped into the sea. She wants to be happy. She's already hurting too much, it's already enough.