My eyes find the ground that she is entombed by. It’s far too harsh to hold a girl who was too kind and far too gentle. “When I tell you this, I hope it makes sense. I hope you’re not upset and you know this time I’m doing this for the right reasons.” There is another breeze, stronger this time, knocking the hood off my head. I shake my head, running a palm across the top of my buzzed hair. She hated when I tried to hide in my hoodies.
