~5~
Behind The BookshelfI took Minho across the street.
"SEALY GRAVEYARD"
It said. He looked at me curiously. "You come here?" He asked.
I nodded, entering. I walked the path I have so many times, finally reaching my mother's grave.
He scanned the grave. "Is this your mother?" He asked nervously.
I nodded again, trying not to cry. "I come here every month. I can't seem to let go."
He smiled weakly at me and put his hand on my shoulder, comforting me.
"I'll give you a minute."
He walked away and I sank to my knees, saying to the grave, "Mother, I miss you."
After a quick conversation with the ground, I got up and found Minho. He scanned my face. "You didn't have to take me here you know." I nodded. "I know."
He guided me out of the grave sight and we walked around in silence.
"Well, you should probably get to your place," I finally said.
"What?"
"WHere you were going, on the bus, the stop you missed."
"Oh." He laughed. "I just got on because you were."
I looked shocked, turning to see him, with a michevious grin on his face. "What?"
"You don't believe me? I have nowhere do go today, honest." He eyed me, then kept talking. "No one to see, nowhere to go...nothing to..doo...."
I took this as a hint. "Neither do I..." I said slowly, eying him.
He smirked again. "Well then, we have no choice but to hang out with eachother. Come on. I have something to show you." He said, taking my hand.
wahh this chapter...is...idk.
im unsure about where this is going.
just making it up as i go along.
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