Well, here it is! The next chapter. This is a rather short chapter, but I really wasn't sure how I wanted to convey this part. But this is just a hiccup along the way. The next chapter will be MUCH longer, I'm thinking.

Without further ado, Enjoy!

"Oh Watcher, we thank you for your incredible intelligence and for watching over the lives of your Sims. We thank you for Jocasta's long and fulfilling life. May you continue to watch her grave. Amen."

Bella Goth looked over her mother's grave, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her mother had died simply of a broken heart.

Simis had died of old age a few months ago, and without him Jocasta had been afraid to even leave her home. The last few months of her life had been lonely. Bella wept greatly for her parents.

Mortimer stood off to the side, their three-year-old daughter in his arms. Little Cassandra seemed unaware of the bleak occasion and squirmed, wanting to get down and play among the tombstones.

Michael approached his sister and put his arm around her shoulders, tears also in his eyes. "What do we do now?" She asked him.

Michael sighed. "We just keep going, Bella. Life is for the living."

Bella shook her head, but didn't answer.

The siblings stood there while all the other mourners left and returned back to their own lives—ones untouched by so much loss.

"We'll have to sell the house. I can't bear going back there…is that how you felt when Holly died?" Bella asked her brother.

Michael's face showed even more pain at the mention of his late wife, even though she had died of her strange illness a decade before. "Yes," he answered simply.

Bella felt a hole in her heart that only a parent's love could fill. She had lost both her parents in the course of a few short months and she felt the sting of loss acutely. She was not yet thirty years old and had already attended the funeral of three dear loved ones.

How much more must she endure in this life of hers?