Chapter Nine

I gazed out the window as I nibbled on my lower lip, unsure of what to do in that moment.

I haven't been to this place since I was a child, and even after Sheldon's death, I didn't even bother to show up. I felt dead inside, even more than the people in the ground here. The raindrops splashed against the window like a rhythmless song to my ears, as it blurred most of my vision towards the deserted cemetery.

I gazed down at my black dress, unsure why I chose to wear such a colour today, but I concluded that it was merely my subconscious forcing me to mourn.

I didn't

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