Bonnie's P.O.V
As soon as I stepped foot in the cemetery my сердце stopped beating as fast as it had. I was suddenly filled with a certain peace. I walked slowly past each head stone as I made my way to the back of the cemetery. It was shaped as simply and large as any other regular headstone.
I ran my hand over the engraved Письмо and watched as dirt fled from the inside of the 9. It seemed to go in slow motion, but I slowly fell to the ground weeping. The rose in my hand crushed, black petals floating to the ground. I looked up and saw a black crow. The радуга feathers were all too familiar....
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