Chapter 5

It's been 3 days.

3 days since I died...

3 days since the worst day of my life...

My ex cheated on me with my best friend. I had a fight with her. She pushed me. A bus collided with my body and...I can't feel physical pain except in my chest.

My family and friends stood around the grave. Everyone was crying into their hands or on shoulder. The grave read:

R.I.P

Cordelia Stone

1998 - 2019

Cordelia was a young soul studying to be writer in collage. Loving daughter, sister, friend, girlfriend and soon to be mother. Her last moments were unfortunate but she's surly happier in Heaven

...

Bullshit

A priest stood next to my grave with 2 pictures standing with easel holding them up. One picture was of me at my highschool prom, wearing my sparkly grey dress that faded into a dark blue. The other was a picture of Jay and I hugging by a small lake only taken a week before my murder.

Everyone stood around my grave placing white, red, pink and purple tulips on the ground.

Soon after, people began to leave, still in tears. All of the cars left except one. The same dark blue Bugatti. Yet I never saw him here...

That was until you heard his lighter light and the smell of cigarette smoke blew through the air. The crunching of leaves also got louder.

He slowly walked up to my grave, dressed in a black tuxedo.

He stepped up to my grave, one hand behind his back. His eyes were unreadable. They seemed more dull than I saw that day. The gleam that shown in his black eyes was gone.

He stared down at my grave with that same emotionless expression laced into his features. His stubble had grown. 

"Damn..."  He mutters.

He looks up at the pictures. His eyes linger on the picture of us together. His eyes darken impossibly more. He scowls at the sight of the picture. He mutters something under his breath the looks away from the pictures and back down to the grave.

He crouched down to the grassy plain. He lightly rubbed the freshly dug dirt. He set the red rose he had in his hand on the grave. A black ribbon was tied onto the rose and a ring was also tied to the ribbon. The ring he got me. The one I wore everyday. The one I threw at him when I found out the truth.

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