Mandy's Last Diary

Justin's Diary Today

BEDINGTON'S PRIVATE CEMETERY.

Two days later…

      The snow had let up two hours ago. The entire place that caught my eye was filled with a cold pale white color. It's not unusual for Long Beach to be this cold. Well, it's not the temperature that makes it cold—it's myself.

      My shoes create a fairly deep imprint on the surface of the snow pile as I step forward. Bending down, I placed a red rose in front of the square stone that stood still the same as I had last remembered.

      I took a deep breath, then releasing it slowly as it creates some fog in the air. I feel guilty that I rarely visit this place. Really. What kind of person doesn't visit the grave of someone they love?