happiness.

it's all what people care about these days, do they? even plants and animals wants happiness, looking for that one particular source where they get some. people seek happiness, and at its presence, at the presence of the embodiment of their happiness, they would glow, like a brand new light bulb. and it's not so hard not to see that when it's all over their eyes.

she knew that's real. even coming from a dead woman like her. how could it not when she's finally there at your doorstep after a good body stitching session in a mortuary— when out of those people who supposedly loved her, you're the only one with the warmest tears, tears that falls frequently to her grave.

she's happy that you're sad. really sad that she's gone. and she don't know if she should feel bad feeling that way, but it's a great relief to have one person who truly cared for her in life and in death.

but would you be happy once you find out and see that she's alive, just not the same laura that you know?