The person in the dream appeared

The funeral car began to move slowly.

Arabella clutched the door handle, crying bitterly, walking out of the village.

As they reached the main road, and the hearse accelerated, Arabella had to let go. Her outstretched hand slipped from the cold metal door.

It felt like the sky was collapsing on her.

Arabella was overwhelmed with grief, not knowing what to say—she just desperately reached out to grab the slowly disappearing vehicle. She held back her tears, running frantically, helplessly chasing after the hearse carrying her grandmother.

Reginald, concerned that Arabella might get hurt, rushed over to stop her.

She was in utter despair, her legs giving way, collapsing on the ground.

Reginald gathered her into his arms, holding her tightly, as if she were a child.

Arabella was too weak to stand; she reached out with her hands, as if by sheer willpower, she could pull back the departing funeral car. But it had irrevocably vanished into the distance.

Her eyes blurred with tears until it