After a month mainly consisting of lots of crying, being consoled, sobbing uncontrollably and hiding from everyone else, Madeline kneeled down, placing a flower before her friend's resting place.
Well, technically, it wasn't her resting place. Indiana didn't simply leave her body. She had turned into a feral, and she had to have been terminated.
Who did it? Madeline never tried guessing who. Imagining it was horrifying enough.
Having to bear with the fact that she could've prevented her friend's death had haunted her enough, Madeline tried her best not to think how Indiana was…
Taking a seat on the dirt surrounding Indiana's grave, Madeline inhaled, acting like Indiana was sitting across from her, smiling as she waited for her to speak.
"I hope you're in a better place," Madeline began.
