As you're standing in you're black dress, it started pouring rain, looking down at your parents graves it didn't matter anymore, nothing matterd.

While standing there u noticed people started walking away because loud thunder was heard, after standing there for a good 10 mins you got a light tap on you're right shoulder, looking behind you you saw the priest with a umbrella.

*Y/n Pov*

As I looked up I saw the priest standing there holding onto his umbrella, giving a look of sorrow at me.

"Dear child, thunder is headed our way and you are soaked, head home quickly before u catch a cold or worse." the priest said with a calm but sad voice.

I turned around without saying a word looking back at their graves, before getting snapped out of it by the loud thunder, I got in my car and drove home not even saying goodbye to the guest my body was to exhausted after crying and speaking that day, I would send everyone a text message saying my thanks and wishing well upon everyone later that day when I would feel better.

As I got home I turned on the lights an dropped my purse on my kitchen counter, quickly walking to my bedroom to grab fresh clothes and to shower, but once that warm water hit my back I couldn't hold it in, and burst out crying "Why.... Why did they leave me, I shouldn't have argued with them, I should've hugged them and told them I loved them!" screamind and slamming my fists at the hard wall until blood came from my knuckles, making me cry more of the pain and mistakes I made that let me to this mess.

After sometime I pulled myself out the shower to dry myself and put clothes on, making my way to the kitchen grabbing that classic ice-cream you grab when feeling sad. Sitting on the couch watching some movies, to finally drift to sleep, with the blarring sound of the tv drifting into a silent whisper, and then into nothing but silence.

Waking up to the sound of rain hitting the big glass window of the living room, kind of made me feel at peace, just calm tapping noises of rain, until the sound of a letter hitting the floor made me look at the purse that was still laying in the kitchen.

Putting down the ice-cream container on the coffee table, I made my way to the letter, kneeling down for me to immediately to recognize the beautifull handwritting of Ms Heelshire, remembering that she gave me the letter for me to read at home while at.. at my parents funeral, thinking that they're dead still aches my heart. I open the letter to find a photo and some text at the back saying:

"Dear miss Y/L/N, we are so sorry for the loss of you're parents, they were like family to us that is why we ( Mr/Ms Heelshire) wanted to ask something we only trust family with, we wanted to ask if it is not a bother to u to look after our house, you will of course be payed a good amount of money. After not leaving our home we wanted a vacation to relax ourself, but not knowing who to trust it was always delade, so if u are interested please come visit us at Heelshire Manor, if u are not going to come please write a letter back. Yet again our deapest condolence to you, may god rest their souls. - Mr/Ms Heelshire

I read the letter over and over again, trying to make sence of the situation of it all. It wasn't a bad idea to leave the house and get my mind of things, a vacation you could call it that, looking after a house wasn't that hard i've already been living on my own for some time now but a change of scenery wouldn't hurt would it?