CHAPTER 12
BELLA'S POV
I wiped the beads of sweat off my brows and took a good look at the freshly dug grave in front of me, my eyes fixed on the flowers I had picked and placed at the top of the grave. They were his favorite and also a symbol of the moments we shared.
Kubala stood behind, he had been like that for the past two hours. He hadn't objected when I told him I wanted to dig the grave on my own, rather, he simply stepped back and watched. Unfortunately for me, digging a grave was a lot harder than I anticipated. His presence was comforting enough, and it kept me from breaking down in tears.
I took a deep breath. The air was crisp and cool, accompanied by the faint scent of flowers, but somehow, it wasn't comforting. It just reminded me that I was alone. I'd have to find a w
