I offered her an empty glass bottle to help store his remains. It came from the bottle I drank to heal from all my injuries from her. After she mourned for Jason, placing a bouquet of flowers where he last stood, she clasped her hands together to pray for him. She closed her eyes, wishing he would go to a better place, free from this world.
When Marion opened her eyes, she started sweeping his remains into the bottle as if she found a new sense of determination from my words. It looked like she has made the decision to live the rest of her life in this foreign world from her actions. At least one of us had to be happy from this messed up fairy-tale.
“I don’t know where to go,” she guiltily looked at me.
“All that I used to have is gone,” she squeezed her dress.
“We can star
