Rose's POV.
I took me awhile before I realized I was still on my knees. My cheeks were wet with tears and I was shaking. I took deep breaths trying to calm my aching hard and the lump in my throat I got every time I remembered Chloe. I don't ven know where she's buried, or if she was buried at all. I hope I lived enough for the both of us. I didn't want to disappoint her.
I tried to stand up but I had pins and needles so I stayed in the floor sitting with my legs stretched out. That's was when I noticed Zachariah had walked in. He looked forlorn in an angry sort of way.
"Why are you still on the floor?" he asked me with a clipped tone. I couldn't say I wasn't sad that he was still upset but he had every right to be.
"S-sorry", I said looking down, attempting to stand again. The pain
