"Where's Ricky, Lam?" Lala whispered, half-elbowing my arm.
I rubbed my cheek roughly with my arm, then curled my face so I could look at Lala. Her eyebrows rose, along with her shoulders. As if to indicate, if he did not see Ricky's figure around here.
I cast my eyes at the cemetery, but the crowd was so crowded I couldn't see where Ricky was. Until finally, I backed off... and stepped out of the crowd of people dressed in black. Again, I spread my eyes to find a person named Ricky. Looking for someone who must be really devastated right now.
"Nilam! Patchouli!" the voice buzzed in my ears. There was Genta there, half running he waved at me.
I immediately approached him, from the outside of the cemetery he looked disheveled. What happened? Did something happen without me knowing?
