Finally, she reached the cemetery. The presence of grim was realized by the cracking sound of the splinter.
Time: The Current Time
"Chloe, granny...s-he", seeing her best friend crouching down to her level, Ellen's voice cracked when she did so.
Now, there was someone who would comfort her rather than putting all the blame on the screwed fate of hers. Someone who wouldn't only give her pitying eyes but soothing, encouraging words. Someone who loved her for who she really was. Someone who stood by her side through thick and thin. Someone who would also have to leave someday upon finding someone she would open her heart for. And then, Ellen would be left alone again.
