After This Night
she said.
My heart pinched again, and I quickly looked away. I returned my gaze to his grave, engraved with his name, birthday, and the day he passed away. My system echoed with pain. It was still raw and heavy.
"At least you got to talk to him before he left," I bitterly replied.
My heart still overflowed with anger. It was still filled with pain that would never go away. With each passing day, the wounds they inflicted on me only deepened.
A week had passed since his burial, and I couldn't bring myself to go. When I fainted in the church, I spent three days in the hospital. On the fourth day, I finally woke up.
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