Chapter 9

It was Saturday. Thank, goodness, no school. I decided to visit my grandmother in the cemetery since it was her birthday. She was one of the people who raised me.

I sat on the lawn while staring at her tomb. I was in the cemetery a few hours already, talking to her. I stood when J noticed that it was getting darker.

"Granny, I need to go home." I caressed her tomb one last time. "Bye..." I whispered before walking away.

While making my way out of the cemetery, I stopped and looked at the man, sitting on the lawn, in front of a tomb; weeping.

My brows crossed. His side view looked like Ken. Am I hallucinating? I wasn't that crazy to hallucinate. I slowly walked towards him as I confirmed it was really Ken. He was holding the tombstone while sobbing. My lips thinned. I never thought I would see him crying; the sound of his sob was so in pain.

"Ken?" I called.

He raised his head as he looked at me. He quickly looked away, wiping the tears on his cheeks.

"What are you doing here?" I