Novel & Cerita Nat King Cole Grave

I'll get it out of her eventually though. Second, Cole died, along with forty-three of our fighters, plus another sixty-five from the allied packs. Tri-Moon took a huge hit. I feel each and every one of their deaths personally. I can’t shake the feeling that it’s all my fault. They went there for me, and they died trying to get me back. Their deaths are mine to carry. The funerals lasted a week and the whole village was in mourning. Another placard has been fitted to the stone in the memorial garden. But Cole got his own stone. A pure white marble rock, carved into the shape of a howling wolfs head. Dealing with his death has been really hard. Gunner has been shutting me out when I try to br

I checked my dress and turned to warn him. Before I could move, Cole stepped in front of me. “One way,” he pointed at the only path ahead of us and said firmly. “Protection.” He signaled me to follow him. I sighed and nodded. As we maneuvered through the crypt, I found an oil lamp and a box of matches nwE a man lying on the ground. He seemed to be the gravekeeper. Thankfully, he was still breathing, though his teeth were missing, which seemed to be Cole’s doing, as he lowered his head and looked away when I asked him.

By the time they arrived, snow was already beginning to fall. Nathan turned to Jane and Jordan and said, "This is the Jackson family's ancestral graveyard, but only our uncle, aunt, my mother, and our ancestors are here now. Grandpa already reserved his spot, and the rest are left for future descendants. Don't worry. I have trustworthy people watching over this place. No one will disturb the peace of the Jackson family." Jane said, "Thank you for everything, Nathan." "It's what I should do," replied Nathan. He led them to their parents' grave.

I did not disturb his hiding place just yet. At dawn the following day, the burial took place. Black banners drooping from every pillar circled the cemetery. Chairs were set up to face the grave where I waited at the beginning, dressed in all black with folded hands. The priest read the prayers aloud while flowers decorated the coffin. I kept my gaze fixed on the polished coffin while silently counting seconds. Cole never showed up. Damien sat in the first row, as white as snow. He nervously cast sideway glances at the empty chairs beside him as if afraid they would eat him up. I remained immobile until the final prayer.

Natalie climbed into the front seat, and I got in and set off. It took less that 15 minutes for Natalie to direct me to Cole’s house, and I pulled up outside. It was a nice looking house. Not very big, but well maintained, with a pretty front garden with various flowers starting to show. “I’ll go and knock,” Natalie said, jumping out of the car and knocking on the front door. I walked round and opened up the back door. “Come on Cole,” I said, pulling him up into a sitting position by his arm.