PERCIE
My parents arranged a three-day funeral for Emma. I was there every day. We bumped constantly, but I didn’t give a damn about them and their feelings about me.
They loathed me, so I did the same. They disowned me, and I did the same.
Emma was sent to her grave in the late afternoon on the third day. I was with my grandparents, who were there with me all the time. I left after throwing white calla lily to Emma for the last time. I walked away without looking back.
I just lost Emma. I lost everything—a reason to live, hope to have a better future, and I just lost the only person who cared about me. I lost everything that day because Emma was my everything.
I stopped at an old rusty bench just outside the cemetery. I sat and remembered how we met again.
“Percival, c
