Chapter eighty-one

Stepping inside I watched him from afar, he was having her dressed up and Lola's eyes were dark red on my path tearing me with her gaze that was a mix of what she felt towards me; pathetic.

"You're being stubborn again Lucia." She said as I tiptoed, and later cleared my throat, Matt looked at me and didn't say anything but inside he had a hope that I had learnt to accept my true self and do what is right, even when I doubt myself, maybe I should give it a shot.

"Crying won't bring your friend back, but staying strong and doing all you can to protect what you love would make him proud of you in the land of the spirits." Lola stood up and walked towards the stacked book on the field, somehow the part of the house reminded me of the alchemist's thousands of books, on average he could finish three to four.

"I know but it's the least I could do, he deserves more than just my tears."

"Oh is that so? Your voice is determined,"

"Yes, my voice is determined because I want to know what killed