MD XIII: About Her pt II"But it's too late to say you're sorry
How would I know? Why should I care?"
Continuing on her way, she soon made it to a graveyard. A lone raven sat on a branch not so far away, staring at the woman upon her arrival. She looked back at it, then held out her hand. The raven did not hesitate to fly over; after landing, she gently pet it.
"Where is she?"
The bird sat there for a moment, then flew off. She followed it, soon stopping in front of a grave. There was a long silence as she only stared, the memories flashing before her eyes. The good, the bad...the absolutely unspeakable. Too many changes had occured; too many for her taste. She put her briefcase down beside her, then touched her shoulder. A burning feeling suddenly occured, stretching all across her back. She growled a bit from remembering what happened, looking away for a moment. Then she looked back at the grave.
"I trusted you."
"Please, don't bother trying to find her
She's not there..."