"It'll be okay..." Sister Lily whispered for the hundredth time, by now her voice had lost the original conviction it held.
She held the four girls close to herself, keeping them within her grasp, offering the same monotone comfort like a broken record.
The four girls stopped sobbing long ago, their tears dried against their cheeks as they stared at the closed door with hollow expressions.
Sister Lily didn't know how much time passed, her mind was still trapped, continuously replaying the same scenes over and over again.
It was just another day, the morning commenced as usual, with believers of God arriving and offering their devoted prayers.
Priests held their sermons, until nightfall arrived, with a cheerful atmosphere, they closed the church doors and wiped the nave.
The four girls bickered around with playful grins, mucking around rather than cleaning, getting scolded by Sister Lily as per usual.
