I stand in the quiet cemetery, waiting for Sebastian. I hear footsteps crunching on the snow, and then I see him. He’s here.
I stand up from my mother’s grave, my legs unsteady. I want to say something, but the words seem to fail me. He stops a few feet away from me.
“Selina…” he says. He’s nervous. I can see it now. He’s always been so controlled, so put-together. But now, he looks like he’s about to shatter.
I glance at the grave, my mother’s resting place, then back at him. “This is my mom. You can talk to her, you know,” I say. “I’ve been doing it for a year. She always listens.”
Sebastian blinks, clearly caught off guard. He swallows, then take a slow step forward. “You… want me to? Talk to her?”
I nod. “Yeah. It’s what I do when everything’s too much. I don’t know why, but someh
