Ramsey
I followed her scent and found her by a small secluded bench under the tall, arching trees, a distance away from the funeral hall.
She sat alone, her shoulders hunched with her face buried in her hands as she cried silently. I stood there for a second, staring at her hopelessly. I didn't know if it was wise to console her or to give her space.
Deciding I needed to give her space, I took a step backwards trying to walk as stealthy as I could so I won't startle her but suddenly, she looked up. The moment she saw me, she rose to her feet, brushing away her tears and straightening her dress.
She didn't say a word, but the guarded look on her face said enough. She began to walk away but I chased after her, stepping into her path.
"Lyla… Wait! Please, don't go."
She let out a bitter laugh. "Why? Are you here to gloat? To remind me that I don't fit in too or is it to arrest me and keep me locked up? What is it you want this time around, Ramsey?"
