Cliry’s POV

14th of February, XXXX

I am now here at the cemetery. I am visiting my deceased boyfriend, sitting in front of his tomb, saying how much I miss him and telling him everything that is happening in my life right now, including the fact that I have already fallen in love with the guy who killed him, Wilford.

If he had not died, maybe I would not be in this kind of situation. But don’t get me wrong, I am not blaming him nor anyone else.

"If my friend is living right now, maybe his ears will get numb because you are so talkative. You have a lot...