Ember's POV

I stood over Brandon's grave holding a red rose.

It was his favorite rose.

The wind blew violently against my hair, scattering the hair in my face. Is Brandon mocking me right now for coming to his grave with his favorite flower?

A snorted, blinking back the tears that threatened to roll down my eyes. I can't believe I was crying for this asshole right now.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

I should be spitting at his grave, cussing him out for everything but I couldn't bring myself to do after that little scene where he apologized. Even though it might not be real, it felt...