A gust of wind blew past and scattered the petals before my tombstone.
Kenneth bent down, gently placed the flowers on the ground, and brushed his fingers over my photograph.
“I’m sorry. It’s all my fault. My stubbornness got you killed.”
I rolled my eyes. At this point, anything he said was pointless. There was no need to keep up the act anymore.
Kenneth reached into his pocket and pulled out a small wooden carving of a bird.
I glanced down, surprised. I never thought he had kept it all this time.
In the past, he had begged me to give him the wooden bird I had carved by hand. But right after I gave it to him, he disappeared.
I thought that would be the end between Kenneth and I, but I was wrong. The next time I saw him, he came looking for me- asking me to be his Luna.
Overjoyed, I agreed without hesitation.
After our wedding, I searched for it everywhere in the villa, but I never saw it again.
So he had been carrying it with him all along.
But now, it was too late to take it out. I was already dead. There was nothing left to hope for.
Our wedding had been rushed, but I thought we had all the time in the world to grow together.
Then Agnes appeared and disrupted everything.
With just a wave of her hand, Kenneth would go running to her like an obedient pup, tail wagging.
My sorrow, my anger, and my pain–he ignored it all.
I tried to change things, but he saw it as me driving a wedge between him and Agnes.
