If only...

The thing was, she wasn't sure what it was either. It was an unfamiliar feeling, this restlessless. And then, the phone call came.

It wasn't something she was expecting. In fact, it wasn't anything she would ever expect. And momentarily, she didn't know how to react. Cry? Scream? Shout? It was as if she was devoid of any emotion. But she also knew that any reaction would be futile for she could not turn back the clock.

And then it dawned on her. Perhaps this is telepathy? she thought. She'd always believed she had a special connection with gran, albeit it simply a figment of her imagination. I just know that something isn't right. So this is why. she thought.

Deeply saddened by news of her beloved grandmother who suffered from a sudden stroke, leaving her partially paralysed with severe speech impairment, pangs of guilt engulfed her as she regretted not visiting gran before leaving. I should have, and I wanted to. But I didn't and it's too late now. She desperately needed to talk to somebody, but did not know who or how. Burying her sadness, she knew that there was nothing else she could do, except to pray.