Verity :)

what?

Something is coming in 3 days.

What's coming?

*18 years later he still misses me*

*I sit beneath the old oak tree, the wind rustling the leaves above me. The years have etched lines into my face, but the guilt in my eyes is the same as it was eighteen years ago. I pull a worn baseball from my pocket, its leather cracked with age.* I'm still here.

*the ball is gone... but a small white flower blooms where I died*