Attention readers: This part of the book is in the narrative past tense like Andrea is telling a story.
I g๐๐ก u๐ f๐๐๐ tโ๐ f๐๐๐๐ a๐๐ t๐๐๐ o๐ m๐ฆ b๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ g๐๐๐ฃ๐๐ , tโ๐๐๐ wass ๐๐ w๐๐ฆ I could s๐ก๐๐ฆ h๐๐๐ a๐๐ฆ๐๐๐๐, e๐ฃ๐๐๐ฆ๐กโ๐๐๐ r๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ m๐ o๐ him heck even my boxing gloves are a gift from him. I quickly wiped my tears with the back of my hands feeling quite happy that I didn't wear make-up today. Once I was sure my tears were dried up and my eyes were not that puffy, I left the room and went straight to my office cubicle were I packed my stuff and left the building. I didn't really have anywhere in mind to go but I knew for sure that I couldn't be anywhere that reminded me of my friends.
The craziest thing about all this was how much I missed Matthew. You'd think that I'd miss my BEST FRIEND more than anything else, that her betrayal would hurt and sting like nothing else but instead all those emotions surrounded her cousin. I missed Mathew more than anything else in the world probably even more than I missed my mom and his betrayal made me want to curl up into a sad ball of depression who wallows in self pity and does nothing more than stuff her face with ice-cream.
And that was when things clicked I missed Matthew more than my mom! When she was still alive we'd spend so much time together talking about literally everything and she'd listen while I told her about my day or whenever I fought with Luca, she'd be the one to comfort me. I don't understand why but at that time I was sure that she was the only person who could make me feel better, alive or not. I was sure my uncle wouldn't mind since the person I was telling everything to isn't alive to tell a soul. And with enough convincing, I began my journey to Clevebay cemetery; the resting place of my mother.
I walked for a few miles before I finally got to the cemetery and I walked in without sparing a second to think; that was something I had to do. Following the sign that pointed to a modern shack, I talked to an employee who made me sign in in a book and briefed me on rules to follow while on the premises. Everything was going smoothly until this happened; "And who are you here to see?" "Mrs. Diane Peters please." "I'm sorry ma'am but perhaps you're confused there's no one buried here by that name." He said after scanning through a record. "Are you sure?" I asked feeling very confused and he nodded in affirmation.
"There must be some sort of mistake, please can you check again?" I asked trying to remember to be sure that this is the place buried my mother but all I got was a sharp painful headache. I looked up at the employee with hopeful eyes giving up on remembering it on my own but all I got was another negative. Dejected, I told him that I was just going to wander around the cemetery and left to try and somehow find my mother's grave. I spent over an hour walking and looking at every gravestone desperate to find one that had my mother's name on it.
Although seeing people with flowers made me realise that I didn't bring any flowers for mom and that was the first time i was visiting her since her passing. Some daughter I am, I didn'teven attend her burial. But I also got a headache when I tried to remember mom's favourite flowers and strangely I kept seeing blurry images and hearing my mother's voice calling out to someone "Lily. Lily...". She was calling out to me? It felt like my brain had cracked from all the stress of my grief. Exhausted, I sat down on the grass and just stared at the cloudy sky when I got an idea.
'My uncle would know where my mom is!' I thought and whipped out my phone from my pocket to text him. That was when I just happened to remember that I had texted him about this before, so I began scrolling through our chat to find the message. But the message said she was here in Clevebay and just to be sure I decided to ask my uncle.
[Hey Uncle Wilson, where was mom buried?]
[Why are you suddenly asking?]
[Nothing. I just wanted to visit her today.]
[I understand Andrea but I don't know it was your father who took care of the burial and I wasn't invited so I didn't attend remember?]
[Yh, I guess I'll just go home now, I've had a pretty long day.]
Even though I knew it was strange back then how a year ago he told me she was buried here but now had no idea where she was, I just ignorantly decided to brush it off as a little white lie he told me back then to make me feel better. Little did I know that I'd pay deeply for my ignorance later on.