Chapter 4 - .: HER GRAVE :.

I saw her in my vision today, she was in a cemetery as she walked around, I noticed how familiar the surroundings were.

She stood still. I yearned to hear her voice. But, not a single word escaped her mouth... I looked around as I thought I was being watched but, I was the one watching her. She sat down beside the grave that was far away from all the others, her fragile hands carefully caressed the vines that were wrapped around the tombstone slowly revealing the cracked stone engravements:

" 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒."

Her eyes tearing up.. She closed them so quickly as if she cried floods would be formed. Her trembling body using the tombstone as support to get up, She ran through the forest, glancing behind her shoulder as if she knew I was there....

I followed her to a secluded place where even my own thoughts were too loud. While in real life I'm living in her body, plugging in her headphones and shutting the whole world out..

She sat down in a meadow, surrounded by trees in every direction. The sun rays falling on her face, embracing every part of it. I wish she could have done that when she was alive. I mean she still is though I'm pretty sure I was the one who buried her alive.

I have had enough of this... Though this place is quite peaceful its all I would've wanted. I wish I could switch places with her and be the one who was buried alive.. It takes too much courage to write these thoughts down.

One day the moon will rise, I will be visited by sleep and I will never leave, laying right beside her, right by her grave.