( Hazel)
Everything that's left of my life and strength drifted before my eyes. I feel scorched like a flower in the bud. Or maybe, that's Kelvin's story.
Can five years suffice for the rest of my life?
What will become of me?
My eyes drifted towards the direction of the morgue. I felt a swirl of emotions I couldn't process. My cheeks dampened. I felt hot tears trickle down the neckline of my dress.
" What should we do?" I heard Dominic say.
I wiped my eyes and got up. " You may return. I will bury him myself."
I can't explain how he showed up right when I badly needed company. He rushed in like he had heard the news from someone who had been following me.
Whichever it is, I'm glad he came.
" I will have my men dig the grave..."
" No," I cut in. " I will do it myself. " It's the
