Sylvie Maradona: The Story Of A Monster

Chapter 16: My Grave

  
{Authentic apology is a tricky thing to pull off in politics, which is why it so seldom occurs. Plausible deniability must be preserved. True contrition has to be displayed. Traitors to the cause must be immediately be jettisoned. Most of all, the goal is to stop the bleeding}

   A few weeks had passed since Ryan's death. There were countless things that were happening on both sides. Rachel was rising up again and she was investigating on her own, without being an actual detective, on Ryan's murder. On the other hand, Sylvie and Bella were falling more and more in love and they were spending most of their time enjoying their relationship than worrying about Rachel and the others.

  That morning, Sylvie woke up and decided to do something she would never imagine doing.
"Babe, can we visit my grave today?"
Bella was extremely confused at the beginning but she didn't couldn't be extremely surprised. Sylvie was an unbelievably unexpected person. She found herself wondering, multiple times, what her grave looked like and since her body wasn't there what was in the coffin? It kinda sounded funny to her. She wanted to stand in front of her grave.

  The cemetery was empty, except the hundreds of souls sleeping peacefully in the cold ground. The air is blowing calmly. The two lovers were standing in front of a grave which carried Sylvie's name.

"I could never imagine standing upon my grave. I feel like a ghost." Strange feeling. This could might be how she was feeling her entire life. A ghost. She was technically alive but a part of her was dead. They were just standing there, without talking. Just watching and listening to every little sound that could be heard in this place. The entire time Bella wasn't letting Sylvie's hand. She was holding her tight like she was scared she would disappear. She was feeling that suddenly Sylvie will be a real ghost and she will leave her hand. She didn't want to be standing alone. Especially there. The thought of what would happen if Sylvie did die in the fire crossed her mind. If Sylvie was dead she could never experience all this amazing feeling. Literally, the love of her life would never happen. She turned her head and looked at the other, trying to read her expression. She looked tired and half asleep.
"I'm going to grab some coffee. You want one?" she asked her.
"Sure."
Bella kissed her on the cheek and left. Sylvie was looking around while waiting for her to come back. After almost 10 minutes she heard footsteps towards the spot she was standing. She turned her head but the woman who was approaching wasn't Bella. It was Crista. Sylvie walked fadt behind the grave stone and sat there. She didn't want to meet Crista yet. When she arrived, she took a good look of the grave and gently left a few white roses on the grave.

"Good morning Sylvie. I'm sorry I didn't visit you last week. I hope you are doing well wherever you are. I really miss you. Ahmed misses you too. I know you should hate listening this name but Rachel believes that you are alive. Isn't it funny? After all...after..." her voice for some reason sounded broken."She is still afraid of you. Anyway. I brought you some flowers. Have you ever receive flowers in your life before? Damn, I mean...you were really attractive but kinda...weird. I wish I could stay longer but I have to go back to the hospital. I will visit you soon. I love you. Bye"

Crista got up and walked away whipping away a few tears from her eyes. Sylvie came out of her hidden spot as well. She had heard everything but for some reason she was simply feeling disgusted.
"Bitch."

  She was feeling betrayed. Crista chose to take their friendship and throw it in the trash. The first month see had ran away she caught yourself saying
"Why would Crista do this?"
As the time was passing she realized what had actually happened. She wasn't sad. She had been backstabbed.  How dare she betrayed her? Truth to be said, Crista was the only person Sylvie was trusting blindly and she could never imagine that she would betray her. She wasn't hating on her. She did feel nothing towards this woman anymore. Just an empty thought.