1 Month Later
"Thank you," I mumble to the taxi driver and hand him his fair.
I already think I'll be breaking my own promise of not crying. My heart is filling up. But I shouldn't cry. I wouldn't cry. My best friend wouldn't like it, right?
I walk across the ground in my black boots, with a single white rose in my palm. As the doctor said I need to wear some comfortable clothes, so I dressed up in a simple cotton dress, that's loose around my stomach area.
The glass walls around my heart shatter, and the tears burst out of my eyes, as my gaze lands on Xavier's grave. There are so many things I want to say, but don't know where to start.
With an aggressive rub against my eyes, I slowly sit on the ground, in such way my wound wouldn't start aching.
Leaning forward carefully, I trail
