Epilogue

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I was looking at myself in the mirror of the bathroom, the sink smelled like rusted iron, but I didn't care at all. My hair was so messy that I don't know where to fix it first.

Today, I was going to George's grave, the funeral was over last week, but I didn't say anything, knowing that it was my fault he commited suicide.

After a few minutes of fixing my golden hair, I was done and ready to go to George's grave. I left the house and got in the car. My eyes were stinging though, but I held it in, not wanting people to see me crying, in case traffic would happen today.

I got the key and after a few struggles, it made the familiar whirring and vibrating noise. I then started driving, the song on the radio being a white noise, like a background music you want to enjoy so much, but the dialogues are much more interesting.

I arrived at the graveyard, it wasn't too far away if you drive. The graveyard wasn't those horror type of graveyards though, it was more like a graveyard during a funeral.

I walked to where George's gravestone was.

'George Henry Davidson
1996-20**
May you rest in peace'

The carving on the gravestone deeply marked. At that point, I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs and cry loudly, but I was surrounded by lots of dead people, and it will be too disrespectful if I disrupted their peace.

"I love you too George," I whispered to his grave, tears flowing to my chin.

I just wanted to see his reaction when I hang out or go on "dates" with Heather. Guess that made him depressed to the point of suicide. I never liked Heather, she just agreed to see if George would get jealous, and she also saw that we were a good match too.

"Oh! Hi Clay! Didn't expect to see you here," my eyes went wide. His voice just now, it was familiar.

I snapped my head to see who it was, and I was relieved, it was HIM.

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Kinda a short chapter so you would know about this and that.

Kinda crappy cause I made this at night

Have a great day/afternoon/night/evening.

Lazy af writer,
Zorb.

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