ANA
Diane had been here for over three hours now and I had dozed off a couple of times but each time I woke up, she was still there, sitting by the bedside with my hand firmly held in hers.
“You okay?” She asked for the umpteenth time as I tried to find a comfortable position to rest my head.
I finally gave up and looked at her with droopy eyes. “Where's he?” I suddenly asked. I felt bad for snapping at him and the look on his face when I did that haunted me now that he was actually gone.
Would he never talk to me again?
Diane paused and sighed. “You don't have to worry about that, Ana…” She smiled slightly. “He had something to attend to”
I bit down on my lip and my gaze strayed towards the door, refusing to meet hers again. “Do you think I can go to the graveyard?” I whispered.
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