(Owen POV)
In the end I made my way here.
I looked at my mother’s grave. I lay on top of her stone and curled up desperately wanting my mother to wrap her hands around me.
I never felt so vulnerable.
“Mom, I love her. Please tell the angels to spare her life. Take mine instead.” I whispered as I cried.
The rain was still heavily pouring and it mixes with my tear.
“Am I cursed to lose everyone I love?” I said as I looked up the dark sky.
My head was now paining so bad and I knew it was bleeding. The rain has soaked my bandages.
But that doesn’t bother me.
I don’t know how long I lay there but I was startled by my phone ringing.
“Hello?” I said not even bothering to check the caller ID.
“Owen! Where are you?! We searched everywhere!” Evan said his voice filled with worry.
“I’m ok
