RIYA
I place a bunch of roses on Candice's grave, then I proceed to sit beside them.
It's so serene out here. It's quiet, peaceful and there's a bit of a breeze that makes me want to let my eyes flutter closed.
I stare at the rows of graves. They're all holding people's parents, siblings, friends, you name it. I really hate it when people keep saying that the loved ones are in a better place. How is death a better place? A better place for Candice would be here, alive, happy and surrounded by people who love her.
Sighing, I make a vow to myself; I won't cry at all today. I won't let the guilt consume me. I'll just sit here, imagine the fun and the life we would have had together had she been alive, then I'll go back home. I want to let her go; to convince myself that she's indeed in
