The graveyard at midnight was enveloped in a tranquil darkness. Moonlight filtered through scattered clouds, casting a mottled glow on the tombstones, adding an air of mystery and melancholy to this silent place.
A gentle breeze brushed through, carrying the soft rustling of leaves, almost like the murmurs of wandering spirits. The trees surrounding the area loomed in the shadows, resembling countless unseen eyes peering into the night.
Every so often, a nightbird soared across the sky, letting out a sharp cry that pierced through the quiet of the night before quickly vanishing into the darkness. The air was thick with the rich scent of damp soil, mixed with a delicate floral fragrance, reminding one of the cycles of life and inevitable endings.
In this graveyard, each tombstone bore witness to a story, each name a reminder of a life once lived. Time seemed to slow, weighed down by the heavy burdens of life and death.
Brad had been held up by the gravekeeper's questioning, and by the time he finally stepped into the eerie graveyard, Nadine was nowhere to be seen. The graveyard was vast, and as he scanned the area under the moonlight, he spotted a small figure amidst the last row of stones.
As he made his way up the slope, he heard Nadine's soft sobs before he even got close. She was clinging to the cold tombstone, wishing she could become one with it, crying her heart out. "Jack, I miss you so much! If you were here, you'd definitely protect me, right?
"Jack, they say when people die, their souls remain. If you can see me, could you give me a hug?"
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This book is dragging 😩...