The Wall (ending)

“...but I believe your grandparents have been in a car accident last night en route to Florida... and... passed away...”, the policeman added shyly, evidently not comfortable with the fact that he was the one who had to tell a young, growing girl that her godparents were gone.
“We found this in the car and were able to identify their bodies and also found your address...”, he finished, handing Melody what she recalled as Anne's wallet. She couldn't believe her ears; she couldn't conceive that all of this was happening all over again before her very eyes, a dèjà vu...

Her mind remained blank due to the aftershock as the policeman turned around to leave after having explained the procedures she would have to go through the day after tomorrow.
She refused to accept the reality yet the increasing pain she felt was more than proof that this wasn't just a bad dream. Every second and minute that passed by seemed to merely be torture for her, she needed shelter, an escape; a solace from the cruel reality that she badly denied. Before she knew it, Melody was already making her way to her “secret spot”, shambling and trembling along the way.
As she arrived, the picture-perfect view disappeared although everything was still where it was supposed to be: the trees, the road, the flowers, the chirping... the only exception was the sky: it was gray and dull; full of big, dark clouds, this time overcasting not only the sun, but the clear, blue sky as well.

So many emotions started boiling up inside her simultaneously, getting flustered and overwhelmed. She felt shocked: shocked because she was once again in the same situation that she had been years ago; shocked due to the thought that she would never see her godparents ever again; that yesterday was the last time she would ever see Anne smile that smile or eat the infallible breakfast that she had always prepared for Melody with care. She felt contrite and regretful: regret for her having disrespected Anne these past several years or her disregarding of her godmother's benign and effort to take care of her, the love that she had always tried to show her... simply repentant of all the transgressions she had done against her loving godparents. She felt frustrated and disappointed: frustrated by the inept behavior she had had towards them, disappointed of herself, for letting herself behave in such an egotistical manner...

She continued reflecting on herself, thinking of all the countless wrongs she had committed and pondering on what she could now do to amend them... “But it's too late to apologize...”, she told herself, tears swelling up in her eyes as she gave her best to fight against them. And indeed it was.
“...but I guess it still isn't too late to give it another shot; to start anew...”, she concluded.
She now could see things from the clearest point of view: ever since her parents had passed away, she had not been able to appreciate all of the things she had still had: the fact that she had enough to live; a home, food to nourish herself, loving and caring guardians and the opportunity to study was inconsequential to her, for everything she had wanted and thought of was having her parents back; to bring back the life she had had with them, not wanting to accept the reality. She now understood what separated her, like a wall, from the happiness she had craved for all along: it wasn't the “lack of love” from her godparents nor the situation she had been in...it was simply the ingratitude she had had; the ingratitude of all the opportunities and things she was still able to experience; that she still had, her eyes blinded by the loss of the two people she had loved most.

After all of her brooding, Melody Carmen decided that come what may, she would try and make a change; to make a change and to value everything she had before it would be taken away...
”...for nothing in life is permanent and could be stolen from you faster than a heartbeat.”, she murmured to herself, smiling, as she turned her gaze towards the blue sky and noticed that the sun came out, not a single cloud marring its light and warmth: picture-perfect.