Not all truth deserves to be heard.
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-Third person-
[1 year later]
(Tuesday--8:11 a.m.)
“Why do you have to like the flower that can’t be grown here?” placing a bouquet of sweet alyssum on top of Layla’s grave, Georgette sat down the grass beside her and gently patted where her name is carved. “Yu said you’re into romance movies, but you ended up experiencing how to be a heroine in a melodrama instead.” She laughed.
“Can you still recall that person you saved?” softly chatting with the soul who have long departed from the living world, she stopped tracing the name and stared down the flowers she brought her. “He’s my boyfriend now. His name is Ezekiel Finn Hendrix, but I call him Finn…or honey.” She smiled.
“Anyways…” taking a deep breath, she then placed her hands behind her
