“I’m sorry, Leigh,” I muttered as I solemnly looked at her photo enclosed in a frame sitting on top of the marble that encloses her casket. Currently, I am in my deceased friend’s mausoleum. That day I went to the Mirren Residence, I managed to ask her mother where her grave was located.
When I woke up this morning, the only thought I had was to visit her.
It was the first time I’ve ever visited her.
I didn’t know why, whether I was looking for consolidation, to offer her my apologies, or to just want to see her, I didn’t have a certain reason for coming here. Yesterday, after I managed to finally regain the memories of what happened before the accident, all I thought of was how selfish and unfortunate the situation was. Maybe if only I held out, maybe if I didn’t escape from Lucas, may
