13. Sorrow
Rain poured heavily around me, soaking my clothes even
through my raincoat. I shivered, but I didn't bulge from my spot. The funerals
had been over for a long time now, and yet I didn't want to leave his resting
place; his grave. I felt numb, inside and out; my heart was like a rock in my
throat, threatening to make me puke any moment if I'd let it free. My tears
were concealed by the rain, but not my bloodshot, puffy eyes.
"You'll catch a cold if you stay too long, honey,"
my friend said behind me.
"I don't care," I croaked, my eyes never leaving
the gravestone's name.
"It won't change anything, you know," she
continued, putting an umbrella on both of our head. I shrugged.
"I wasn't there for him." I bit my lip, and she
placed an arm around me.
"He wouldn't want you to mourn. You know what you have
to do."
I kept silent for a moment, and finally nodded.
"Let's go eat, I'm starving. Then we'll make a plan to
kill these bastards."
Haha wow la fin était inattendue et change la dynamique du texte, j'adore!
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