Chapter 27

Three weeks.

Twenty one days.

That's all it had taken for Genevieve to get to know Samuel and grow close to him. The two had developed quite a bond, one where there was nothing but platonic love. There was no presence of any unnecessary tension between them either. Every time they met up, it would resemble a reunion of siblings.

A faint but nostalgic smile touched Genevieve's lips, but the stream of tears that escaped her eyes never stopped. Her line of sight was fixated at nothing in particular. All she did was stare ahead in a daze of sorrow.

The sermons and prayers of Samuel's funeral had finished some time ago. The casket which contained his body had long been buried too, but Genevieve couldn't bring herself to leave the church just like everyone else. Not yet. She felt that she'd be bidding an eternal goodbye to him the second she set a foot outside the cathedral.