Myra's POV
"No, it's fine. I'll be fine, Xavy. You don't need to be with me."
I wanted to see Gary. Wanted to know if he's healthy and okay. Through all that he went for me, there's this guilt in my heart that I wouldn't be there for him when he'll need someone.
Xavier nods, and passes me a sympathetic smile before vanishing into thin air.
He taught me how to be in the cemetery. It was nothing painful or anything, but I just had to close my eyes, imagine the cemetery and I would automatically appear next to my grave.
I would be a liar to say it didn't give me chills to stand beside my gravestone. Read my name carved in it. And the dark, silent night wasn't helping in the least.
As I tried to touch something. . . Anything. . . I couldn't. I was like smoke. White smoke, I guess.
I wai
