ANNIKA’S POV
“What are you still doing here?” I asked coldly. I looked at him coldly, ignoring the fact that he stood in the rain just to shield me. It doesn't change anything anyway.
“Let's go, baby. You might catch a cold and get sick. You shouldn't be out here in the rain,” he said softly. He almost touched me, but he couldn't.
He looked at me with pleading eyes — full of genuine care and concern. But I didn't want to go anywhere else. I want to stay with my baby. . .my Silas Timothy. I want to sit beside his grave, sing him a song and maybe. . . Just maybe he will come back to life and hug me. I want to sit beside his grave, and wait until he returns. . .or maybe, until I die. I feel hopeless and lonely.
“You can go, Caspian. I don't give a damn if I get sick— or even if I die, I
