Genevieve:
“Ron?” I said his name, the shovel dropping from my hand. “What did you do?” I asked, something suddenly making my mind stop working and my body freeze.
“Why would you do that?” I asked, not even blinking. I found myself standing in one spot, just watching him.
I didn’t blink because I was afraid that if I did, he would be gone. That time would have passed, and I would be forced to continue my life.
I didn’t want to continue my life. So I turned around, grabbed the shovel, and started humming a melody while filling the grave.
“There’s no hurry anymore,” I shrugged, continuing to hum.
“You need a break,” Evie whispered.
“Hush, you don’t make any plans for me. I do. And I say we have plenty of time now,” I grunted at her. Even when streams of tears rolled down my face, I re
