The Black Crow

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The Black Crow
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5

Later that day, after class I went to Martin burial, I know where I can find his house. We have studied there together. I asked their housekeeper and told me they're already in the cemetery.

I saw that many of my classmates were there when I arrived at the cemetery. They were wearing black. I didn't come close; I'm still in my uniform. I felt gloom, depress, regret and guilt. If that girl didn't tell me, I wouldn't even know. I owe her a lot and I needed to apologize. To her. To Martin.

I watched her. I'm hiding under a nearby tree. My legs were trembling. Death was not a joke. Martin was dead. He was already buried. I can't see he's coffin. I'm scared.

I looked back at the girl. She was wearing a knee-length black dress. She's crying. I don't know how close they are but I felt sorry for her. I felt a lump in my chest. I could cry, I felt very guilty but I can't cry. My eyes can't drop a single tear in numbness. I still can't believe what I'm witnessing right now.

I looked around the cemetery and saw a black crow looking at me. It's black as in very black. I saw a glint in its eye then flew.

I gazed back at the girl.

She's right, the girl was right. Death comes unexpected, so I must not grieve. This isn't my fault. He died because black hooded guy found him. Now I get why she asked me if I'm gay. She would have killed me if I said yes because I didn't give Martin a chance.

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