47. The decision

EVELYN

First thing in the morning, I left the house and went to the Grandeur Robberise Graveyard. It was where my parents were laid, and their parents before them… and it went on like that.

I dropped a rose on Aunt Wallinda’s grave. She passed away when I was seven. I can still recall how sad her death made little Evelyn feel.

I sat before the graves of my parents and all types of emotions flooded my mind. Death was a bastard. A dumb, little mean bastard. Though we all hate talking or even thinking about it, it was sad how we knew that we would all fall victim to it. Witch, werewolf, human… even vampires because they were dead but just conscious.

Mum would have disagreed with me. She would say that life was more beautiful because we knew that we would die. She would say the temporal nature of life was what made it worth living. As with most things, she was right.

A stranger could pass these graves and see them as nothing, but to me, they meant everything. If one had told me when I