Packing up the last of her clothes , and special lucky bands that she'd always wear . Her favorite red brush she'd use before every date , her make-up was already gone . I'll miss her , the tears that always streamed down her face , the way her hair would frizz up when she was stressed out ; About a test or her grandmother , now every piece of her is gone . We just spent the night a week ago , how could this happen? Maybe If I was with her when she needed someone , I just . . . . Didn't know
Bending down , grabbing the things from under my bed ; I packed the rest of her things away and gave them to my dad , he was going to do something with those , I forgot but just having those out , made me feel uncomfortable . I just want to feel like she's still here , that she'll always be with me
Slamming the bedroom door , I sat on my bed ; Covering my face with my hands supported by my knees , light crying turned into heavy sobbing within minutes . I wanted to make a wreck , to get my anger out . I knew nothing else to do to release stress , I laid myself out on my bed ; Then something was underneath my head , lifting up I felt underneath my blankets ; I seemed to left something out
Amigin's Notebook
How could I leave this? , pulling my blankets back . The thing that was next to her Diary was the Veil . The veil that was passed down to her for generation , she never liked it . Once she got married she vowed to bury or burn it , now that she's gone . . . There's nothing she can do , but what was so bad about the Veil?
