Forty One
Thalia It was cold. That's the one thing I remember about that day. It was so cold as if winter hadn't just ended. It was probably Demeter weeping the death of her daughter. Or it was probably the weather trying to act the way I felt. Coz I felt cold. Cold and alone. So I went to sit at Jasper's grave. That's where I always spent my time the past few days. Talking to him. Stroking the black cat that always seemed to be there when I visited. I named him Lucifer. The cat that is. Maybe it was because of the look in its eyes. Or because it was always in a freaking grave yard on Jasper's tomb stone. I wasn't there when they buried him. It was too much. The pain was too much. It came back after his mother died. There was nothing to suppress it. So to calm my nerves and to get rid of my suic
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