#Chapter49
The end? (New version)
Ian's POV
A wind whistled past me and made its way to the trees before the plains. I sat on the floor, my hand holding a flower. Looking at the stone of her grave made tears race down my cheeks. I've missed her so much.
/"Here, I got you roses, your favorite/" I wiped my tears with the heel of my palm and dropped the the roses on her grave. /"It's been a month since you left me./" I smiled, tears sipping into my mouth. /"I miss your home made cookies. They were really delicious./" I chuckled. /"Now Zara bakes for us and her cookies taste like burnt shit. Don't tell her I told you./"
