Markus
I can be a f*ucking drama queen sometimes, I know that. I mean, did I overreact at Quinn’s little jealousy rage? Yeah, sure. Did I say things I vowed never to say out loud because it is embarrassing as s*hit? Definitely. And now here I am, sulking like a stupid child, hiding in the shadows near my mommy’s grave, alone and unhappy.
It’s a good thing spring is almost upon us and in full bloom. The soft late March sun is caressing gently my skin, the insects are chirping merrily around me, and the world finally feels alive. I mean, I don’t feel alive, not exactly, but at least nature gets it, so that must mean something.
Lilly S. Valentine, loving daughter, mother and wife my mom’s gravestone says in gold engravings. The dried up flowers, her favourite magnolias are still pretty as
