I can’t do this. I stand in front of the cemetery where Tessa is buried. It’s been nearly a year and I’ve still not visited her grave. I don’t belong here. It was my fault and I don’t deserve to visit her. I don’t deserve it. I turn back around and walk around the borders of the cemetery. I’ve come here a couple of times, but I’ve never been inside. I just couldn’t. I wish that maybe, at some point, I can do it. But today is once again not the day.
I grab my bus pass and get to the nearest bus stop. I thought that I could do it this time, but I still can’t. And for the first time, it only makes me sad. I’ve lost my anger the night that I burst out in front of Lizzy. It’s weird. For a long time, I’ve carried this anger inside me. This anger that was eating me up inside and making me do stu
