79 | Cursing My Name, Wishing I Stayed
I was screaming for them to stop this madness but no one was listening to me. Their hearts had turned black like the clothes they were wearing.
Stop! Get her out of that wooden box. You all are suffocating her!
My beseeching cries fell over deaf ears as as they rested her coffin on their shoulders. It was like I wasn't there, like I ceased to exist without her.
I pressed my trembling hands over my ears, trying to mute the deafening sound of dirt hitting her coffin and just like that, she slipped away from me. The gravestone was set in place, displaying her name.
Vittoria Vivienne Andress— the girl who will have my heart even if she's six feet under.
One by one, everyone left. But I stayed. How could I leave her? I promised her I would never leave her side.
The sun drowned and an abhorrent darkness enveloped the graveyard, personifying my life hereafter— dark, dull and hopeless.
"Vittoria?" I caressed her name with my quivering fingertips. "I'm right here okay, love? Don't be afraid. You're not alone."
The black velvet box toppled from my pocket. A serene smile formed on my lips. The ring was still on her finger, where it rightfully belonged.
"Rafael." A dead voice called from behind.
"Mason." I replied, my voice sounding equally lifeless.
"It's time to go."
His words petrified me.
"No!" I shook my head frantically, inching closer to her grave. "I'm never leaving from here. I'm not leaving her alone."
"Rafael." He looked away. "You can't stay here forever. Please let's just go home. The others are worried about you."
"You're lying. They all hate me because I let her down again. Even you hate me. You just want to separate me from her. It's what you do always."
He eyed me like I was the most pitiable thing. They all thought I was crazy waiting for her to come back to life like she won't. If she sees me here, she will. She won't leave me like this.
A tear finally rolled down his cheeks as he bent down to lift me up. "Stop this madness, Rafael."
"Stop this madness." I mumbled absentmindedly. "That's what I kept screaming to you when you were burying her yesterday but no one listened to me." I yelled, shoving him away.
He staggered back, but not because of my push. I was no longer strong enough to even so much as move. He was horrified. It was like he'd seen a ghost.
"Yesterday?" He gasped.
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