Everyone started acting strongly in front of me, even though they were broke inside. I started frustrating myself, the anger grew but it didn't show up, I didn't let it show up. At last, the final day came, the day I was feared of most. The cemetery and Hannah's grave.
Mr&Mrs. Meretens wanted Hannah to be buried in the same city, they didn't want to take the body somewhere else. All the necessary things have been and done, and there it is my best friend, whom I loved the most in a 6-foot grave with a name rewritten on the tomb.
I was in shock for days, I didn't know what I was doing, all I wanted was to sleep so I can see Hannah at least in my head, every time I saw her and she was all same, nothing changed, her hair, her smile, her face, nothing was changed.
After a month I finally got discharged and I insisted on going back to the dorm. Frank asked me to come back home but I was in no mood for home, I wanted to go back to the dorm.
