Samantha P.O.V

The narrow grave I had managed to dig was filled with dirt, Griffin's body, and blood dripping from my numb hands.

“Here today… “Gone tomorrow,” I muttered, holding up the bottle of pills that was meant to heal my injuries, but guilt had kept me from taking a single one.

“You were a stranger who showed me kindness when I needed it the most; I'll never forget that… Now all I can do is return this to you and hope you've found peace in the afterlife”.

I tipped the bottle and watched the pills roll over the dirt and stop at the headstone. After a brief moment of...