𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝...

Chapter 40

He stood, back straight, jaw set as they lowered her body into the grave. Stray tears slipped down his cheeks as he watched her thin body disappear into the dirt. 

Please, his mind begged him. Please don't let this be real! 

His father held his hand tightly, shoulders shaking. His father had loved her, more than he, the boy, could ever imagine. 

He got through the day, which was a blur. 'Sorry for your loss'es were said, and he started to hate that sentence. They didn't know her! How could they be sorry? 

There were pitying glances. Some people hugged him. But he only walked closer to her grave, tears falling faster and hiccups shook his breath. 

I'm sorry! he cried out to her mentally. I'm sorry! 

I'm sorry I wasn't there. I'm sorry you had to leave a voicemail. I'm sorry I didn't talk to you...

I'm sorry I didn't ask about you. 

I'm sorry I acted like I didn't care about you. 

I'm sorry. 

I'msorryi'msorryi'msorryi'msorry

His legs shook and he toppled in front of the grave. Somehow, he had gotten a pink rose in his hands, which he placed gingerly on the grave. 

He didn't realize everybody had stepped away, had gone. In his mind, there was only him and her. 

Sister and brother. 

Brother and sister. 

"Dear Rosemary," said Will Miller, his voice choking on sobs. "I wish you weren't dead." 

~ Lyn

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So, yes. Mystery Italics Man was Will Miller all along, mourning for his older sister Rosemary. 

Also, yeah...Rosemary's death was planned from way long ago. 

I'm pretty sure a lot of people would guess it was Jackson Crowle, mourning for his mother, but no, it wasn't him. 

It wasn't James and Charlotte, either, though that was close. 

Those were two very nice theories and I loved knowing about them! 

Thank you so much for reading this far, but: 

It is not done yet.