[Chrysanthemum Cemetery]
-OLIVIA-
It’s getting dark. Sandra and Mrs. Lavarites had already left. They offered to give me a ride home but I declined. I want to stay longer for Mama. Since it’s All Saints’ Day, many people were here the whole day. I saw a few familiar faces like Sandra and Stephen. I hope that’s it. I have enough encounters for today. I really should get going now. There are only a few people now compared to earlier.
As I was about to head out, I heard a sound. More like… it’s the sound of someone crying. I should have ignored it and gone my way but curiosity got the better of me.
I followed the aching voice of the person’s crying then I finally found the source.
It was a guy.
He’s bawling his eyes out in front of a gravestone.
Poor thing…Maybe the person who died must be so important to him.
To the person who left
I regret not loving you enough
It’s like I’ve gotten deaf
You were my music; it’s not a bluff