THE GUY WHO KILLED MY BOYFRIEND
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Dayne Jamila's POV
February 14, XXXX
I am now here at the cemetery. I am visiting my deceased boyfriend, sitting in front of his tomb, saying how much I missed him and telling him everything that is happening in my life right now, including the fact that I already fell in love with the guy who killed him- Dylan.
If he did not die, maybe I am not in this kind of situation. But don't get me wrong, I am not blaming him nor anyone else.
"If my friend is living right now, maybe his ears will get numb because you are so talkative. You have a lot of things to say. Aren't you getting tired at all?" My eyes widened when I heard someone speaks.
I looked at my back and there I found Dylan. Wait! What is he doing here?
"Hey! Why are you here? Are you following me?" I asked.
"Dream high! I just came here because of one reason. I want to visit my friend."
