CHAPTER CXLVIII " I’M NOT HER, ALWAYS HERE TOGETHER "

Cleo's P.O.V.

My feet felt heavy as I walked on the same path I always walk for a year and more but unlike those days, this particular day had the sky dark and air became cold.

As I stopped walking, I saw a couple of flowers around but almost everything was dead except for the ones I always made.

"I'm back again" I whisper before taking a seat on the same spot where I was standing "How are you? Lolita"

It was her grave that I was sitting in front of, it's her anniversary like they said.

I wouldn't have remembered this day if it weren't for her speaking about it.

"You know, I don't want to remember this date" I said, talking to the grave.

The date today is the same date she died in my arms.

"Are you peaceful there? No problem to worry about?" I asked even knowing no answer is made "If it's like that then I would let you be, after all, if you're happy then your back at who you are"