It was a rainy and cold night. He felt anxious and uncomfortable. He never liked the cementeries, and he wished he was at that moment at home, watching a film or reading a good book. However, he knew it was his duty to be there, especially after what had happened.
The funeral was plenty of cries, tears and kind of guilt and injustice feeling. When the ceremony was over, he remained a little more in front of the grave.
-It was an accident...-he whispered when he was completely alone.
In some way, he hoped his friend could hear and forgive him.
-I didn't mean to...
A thunder crossed the night by the time a pale hand showed up to the surface and hold his leg, getting him to the deepest ground.
-Don't worry, my friend.-said an evil voice-We both know you also belong down here.
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