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she asked, looking around but only seeing many green trees and bushes. I shook my head before I pulled the branches aside, opening up the hidden path toward tombstones surrounded by greenery and small hills, where food and letters were offered. Looking at her surprised face, I smiled. “Now, we are.” Finally, I grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards the tombstones. I found her frozen at her place. The moonlight perfectly lit the tombstones, highlighting the engraving on the nameless stones. “There are some who bring lights to the world that even after they left, the light remains.”

I turned around again, breathing hard, walking toward Eve, and kneeling when I finally reached her, but instead of holding her warm hands, my palm felt the cold marble as I traced the inscription on the tombstone. As if she had left me a message, I wept as my heart read the inscription. “I hate to leave you behind, but we’ll meet again one day.” When I felt Sky beside me, I broke down, sobbing as I buried my face in his chest. Later, I felt little arms hugging me, crying with me.

Me: Hey Vic, are you coming to the pool party that I don’t remember planning? Vic: FUCK YOU NEMESIS. I don’t ever want to hear from you again. Me: Wow. What happened, Vic? Vic: Are you serious right now? You don’t remember what you did at the party a couple of weeks ago? Are you really that stupid? Me: I have no idea what you’re talking about, Vic.

Vincent’s ears twitched as he strained for any hint of a whisper or a scream—anything at all. "Camela!" His roar erupted from deep within him, echoing strangely without any actual sound. His lips moved, his throat burned with effort, but the grave swallowed every trace of sound. He pressed his claws against his ears in frustration and snarled, “What kind of trick is this?” The tombstone glowed brighter, and the name Vincent Fox throbbed like a heartbeat. Slowly, faint letters began to carve themselves beneath it: “Buried but not broken. Dead but not gone.”

"You were a lamp in our darkest nights, But you faded away when we needed you the most, And you took pieces of our hearts with you, To a world beyond our reach, Even now I cry over the life we could have had, I worry that you're all alone in that graveyard, Where father buried you and our happiness. It's winter again and I worry that you're cold. I would sell my life to go back to the day that you left, I would fight every monster that stole your soul away." I sing a piece of the song I recently wrote for my dead mother. My voice sounds soother than I imagined it could be. I take a deep breath before carrying on, but the air suddenly smells like a devine fragrance.

We suddenly felt the refreshing air, just like the times when we used to run through the fields while laughing in the warm breeze of sunset. Back then, I was carefree. But now, it seemed like that person had long been buried in some forgotten corner of the world. As we walked toward Peter and Lila's grave, I whispered their names, "Dad, Mom..." Tears welled up in my eyes. Their tombstone was stained with blood. The sight before me struck so hard that everything went black. The once simple and humble tombstone was now defiled with disgusting, bloody graffiti. I rushed toward the grave.

"Dad... I'm Chloe, please, don't forget me... Anyone else can forget me, but not you..." Her cries of grief echoed far on the evening breeze, adding to the melancholy of the twilight. She slowly shifted her gaze to the side, wanting to look at her own tombstone, but she hesitated. Taking a deep breath, she finally opened her eyes—and there it was! The portrait on the tombstone smiled back at her, but with a sorrowful expression. Raising her hand, she touched the face—it was icy cold. Suddenly, she laughed. "Chloe, you really are dead. In this world, only Dad loved you. You should stay here and keep him company!" She looked up at the sky and shouted, "Dad—Chloe is here with you! You'll never

“I miss you every day. I love you. I always will.” My phone buzzed in my pocket, interrupting the moment. I pulled it out, glancing at the screen. It was a message from Liv. “Hey, you're running late for your book launch! Get a move on!” I laughed softly, shaking my head. Liv was always keeping me on my toes, and I appreciated it more than I realized. I looked back at Ashton’s tombstone, took a deep breath, and whispered, “I’ll come back soon, Ash. I promise.”

I replied. “The stone is symbolic of course. He cannot actually lie at rest here. He does not rest. He does not linger. He does what he must and he goes again, by the necessary means. But he’ll be back, as he has always done before.” She gestured across the graveyard suggestively. “Do you mean . . . ?”

I swallowed my grip tightening around the flowers in my hands as I approached Tristan tombstone, my knees buckled almost immediately and I crouched in front of it, the world narrowing down to the cold slab of stone and the name carved into it. “Baby,” I whispered. My voice cracked instantly, the sound fragile and broken. Seeing his name like that, etched into something so permanent, made my chest ache in the way It normally does when I come to see him. The tombstone was worn down, the years evident in every crack and faded edge. Leaves from nearby trees lay scattered across it, partially covering his name. It felt wrong. Like he had been left alone for too long. “Mooma’s here again,” I sobbe