Chapter 6

(Lorraine's point Of View)

The cemetery was dark and chilly. The tree's branches seemed strangely threatening, bared of their leaves. It was the perfect autumn night to die. The wind blows my hair and for the first time in weeks, I almost feel free. I placed the Memorial Epic at the root of the tree and tied the ropes to a branch. People would know why we felt so guilty. Tears poured down my face, but I didn't wipe them away. It was no use anyway.

"Lorraine, he wouldn't want us to do this. He always wanted us to laugh, to have fun."

"John." I whispered, my voice breaking.

"We don't have to do this. If we think really hard about it, it was not really our fault. I think we can work this out. I know that making a step toward this mysterious dark eternity called death is the most entertaining thing we have to do but. But you could make a step toward this mysterious dark-haired boy called John, instead." he said, a small smile playing on his lips.

I smiled back weakly and threw myself in his open arms.

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