Dylan's POV
Patricia had died before spring arrived. She didn't even wait for me to get there.
She closed her eyes first, leaving me with her cold body.
Donna hated me, convinced that if it weren't for me, Patricia would never have come to this point.
I believed that too.
"Just go," Donna said coldly, glaring at me. "Patricia said she doesn't want you to know where she's buried."
I stared at Donna, feeling dark and helpless. I naively believed that Patricia, who had loved me for so many years, would never be so heartless.
However, I finally lost her.
It was a rainy day, and the downpour was relentless. I stood there, kneeling on the soaked ground, crying my heart out as I watched the endless stream of cars pass by.
'How could I have lost my beloved Patricia?'
As the rain poured
