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32. Taking flowers to the cemetery

The sun was once again making its presence. On the other hand, the brunette, knowing what day it was, did not want to leave her cocoon of sheets and blankets. And she only shook her head as she felt the light piercing the fabrics.

She didn't want to believe that the day had arrived, nor did she want to believe how fast the days had passed and she still wasn't able to see her boyfriend.

«Fuck,» she thought, clenching her fists tightly, her knuckles turning white from the pressure she was putting on them.

But, she had to loosen it, when someone caressed with delicacy, the area where her head was, that caress so slow and affectionate that made her sigh when she knew who it was, she began to get rid of the sheets to get her head out and meet those green eyes that looked at her with a certain sadness, but with affection prevailing with a radiant glow.

Her mother's black clothes only made her avert her gaze, the sight of her only affirmed to her that truly, the day had come.