Hea-Jung's P.O.V
I stood in front of my mom's grave, holding five white roses in my hand. I stared at the silvery toned tombstone, etched in cursive were the word:
In Loveing Memory
Jung Yoora
My face was cold and numbed from the rain that struck my face, but I could feel a warm liquid run down my cheeks and I started to cry again.
Suddenly a cold hand touched my shoulder gently.
"Hea...we're ready to leave." Hamako said.
I nodded my head and gently set the roses on the gravestone.
I ran my hand down the smooth glass like rock and let a few more tears slide down my cheeks before I finally left the cemetery.
Alterna: Prologue
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