Alone (Lesbian Story)

[Epilogue]

-four years later-

"Ey, Abigail! You better reach that thing, will ya?"

The redhead pouted then grabs a ladder from the ground. She lifts it up until the tip reached the rooftop of the church. Ron and Abby adjusted the position to make it more steady.

"I bet you'll ask me why this bloody ladder fell down.", he spoke.

Abby raised her one eyebrow with a neutral expression.

Ron sighed, "It's the best if we better not waste time here, lad."

Abby nods then waved as she walks away from the church.

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Abby was raking the dried leaves on the grassy graves, minding her own business. She goes to the shallow grave which it's just buried yesterday.

Elishia, Daniel's stepmother.

Abby squinted her eyes as she spots her dead girlfriend's last name. It is frustrating. Who knows how crazy she was ever since seven years ago.

Hallucination was her deadly weakness.

For some reason, Abby stopped raking the leaves as she was standing on Daniel's grave.

Hmm...

Then a phone vibrates from her pocket.

She pulled out her phone and checked it, it was a message from Nathan.

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Nathan: ey Abigail, u busy?

Abigail: Oh Nathan, not really busy. its been a while friend

Nathan: haha, it is only been like, two months since the last time we talked in personal

Abigail: You've been able to recall that

Nathan: sooooo, hows ur gf's figment spirit?

Abigail: Dude, its been four years after I moved on

Nathan: whats dat supposed to mean?

Abigail: It means you need to stop bringing that topic every single time we texted

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Then a brief pause.

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Nathan: right. so do u wanna like, hang out or something?

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Abby takes a moment to think, then her mind responds.

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Abigail: Yeah, sure

Nathan: cool, imma send u a pic of the place were hanging out

Nathan: #a picture of a cafe called Gay Cafè#

Abigail: Oh man, good thing I know that place

Nathan: see ya on 2 pm, fren

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Abby is walking on the sidewalk of the city, she noticed the city's temperature grew colder. Then white snowflakes fall down slowly in front of her, she raised her bare hand. and the snowflake lands firmly.