Shattered Emotions

Ashley thought she was holding it together, that she had found a sense of peace, but it was all just a facade. As soon as they stepped out of the room, the reality of what was happening hit her like a ton of bricks. She felt like she was drowning in a sea of grief, suffocating under the weight of her emotions. Alev wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, but it wasn't enough. Ashley felt like she was crumbling, like her legs were giving out beneath her. She tried to take a step back, but it was too late. Her knees buckled, and she fell to the floor, her body wracked with sobs. Alev was by her side in an instant, his arms around her, holding her close as she broke down. "It's okay, Ashley," he whispered, his voice soft and soothing. "It's okay to fall apart." But Ashley couldn't help it. The thought of planning a funeral for her daughter was too much to bear. It flooded into her mind, a tidal wave of grief and sadness that she couldn't escape. She thought about the casket, the eulogies, the mourners, and the empty chair that would be left at the table. She thought about the grave, the headstone, and the finality of it all. She couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't function. All she could do was curl up on the floor, her body wracked with sobs, her heart shattered into a million pieces. Alev held her close, trying to comfort her, but even his arms couldn't hold back the tide of grief that was washing over her. The nurse who had taken Emma was standing over them, a look of compassion on her face. "I'm so sorry, Ashley," she said, her voice soft and gentle. "I know this is hard." Ashley couldn't respond. She was too busy drowning in her own grief, too busy trying to come to terms with the fact that her daughter was really gone. She felt like she was losing her mind, like she was trapped in a nightmare that she couldn't wake up from. Alev looked up at the nurse, his eyes pleading for help. The nurse nodded, and two of the hospital staff rushed over to help them. They gently lifted Ashley into her arms, and Alev stood up, holding her close as they carried her to a nearby room. Ashley didn't know what was happening, didn't know where she was being taken. All she knew was that she was trapped in a sea of grief, and she didn't know how to escape. She was aware of Alev's voice, soft and soothing, but it was distant, muffled. All she could think about was Emma, and the fact that she would never see her daughter's smile again, never hear her laughter, never hold her in her arms. The thought was too much to bear, and Ashley's body convulsed with sobs, her heart breaking into a million pieces.