27: For the Last cry
Marlene cussed as a thorn from the bouquet of roses she held in her hand pierced her middle finger. As she sucked on it to clear the blood, she detested herself for even having slight curtesy when it comes to the basted she was planning to talk to. The dead bastard still knew how to make her go weak, mentally.
She has told herself that she would only come to his grave on this day, and yet she drove by the graveyard several times over the year and only managed to convince herself not to leave the car just when she was about to do so.
So, was there really any point in saying at least she was able to do that one thing?
As soon as she read his name on the black and gold tombstone, tears pooled in her eyes.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" She asked herself, per
