CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE: You Killed Her

“Grey Preston...”

I lifted my head to see who mumbled my lover’s name. It was Amara. I removed my piled books from the space beside me and placed them on the table. I tapped the bench motioning her to seat beside me.

“That mysterious guy again?” She shook her head. “Is he even real?” She put her bag on the table and handed me a bag of snacks.

“So, how’s the baby?” I ran my hand over her bulging tummy and talked to the life inside.

“The baby’s fine and if you’d ask, I’m fine as well.” She rolled her eyes to the back of her head.

“How about Lulu?” I grabbed a different colored pen and started scribbling random stuffs around Grip’s name that I doodled.

“Can I see his face again?” Amara pointed at Grip’s name using her lips.

I flipped my sketchpad and showed her my artworks. I drew his face in every scene I could remember. I first showed her my art work of Grip when we met each other for the first time, on the pathwalk, under the mapple tree.

“Is he some kind of fictional character