Since I last t Hayden, I haven’t had a good night of sleep at all. At first, I tried the sleeping redies that I read about online. Everything that didn’t sound too crazy or difficult, I tried. Sadly, none of them worked for .
I would end up spending hours tossing and turning in bed until I got bored and had to get up to walk around the small apartnt or sit and stare at the night sky from the balcony. Sotis I had to read a boring book to help calm my mind.
Unfortunately, tonight was no different from the previous nights. I knew well by this ti that the problem that I was having wasn’t physical but more psychological. To be frank, I was stressed and deeply disturbed by the choice that I had to make. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to live my life involved with the mafia; on the other hand, I couldn’t bring myself to let go completely of Hayden.
I sighed loudly and before I could think twice, I started dialing a number. I’ve saved this number for a while now thinking that I will probably need it.
"Hi. Sorry for calling so late but do you have a car that I can rent right now?" I spoke through the phone.
"Of course. We are open 24 hours so there’s no need to apologize and of course we have many cars available for rent. Are you looking for sothing specific?" a man’s voice replied.
Within 20 minutes, the car that I had rented arrived at the bottom of my apartnt building. The young man who ca to drop off the car at my place gave
a polite smile before asking
to make the deposit and sign so papers.
"Where you off to so late at night?" the guy asked in wonder.
I knew that it wasn’t my responsibility to tell him where I was going, and neither was it his business.
"A graveyard," I replied before handing him the signed docunts.
…
I’ve only been to this graveyard once before with Hayden and that day it was also late at night at around this ti. That day Hayden couldn’t go to sleep and had asked
to join him on a ride. That sohow led us here to the Torex’s family graveyard.
I first thought that the place was located in such a mysterious location; however, upon looking it up on the map in my phone, the location was publicized publicly just like any other location. It was nad simply: Torex cetery.
The wind was howling when I finally parked my car at the grass landing and got out. The wind in my hair made
feel slightly better about myself and I didn’t know why. I rembered Hayden parking his car sowhere around here when we ca here together and if I was right, if I walk up the hill here then I’ll arrive at the graveyard.
Hopefully, the lights would be on again today just like it was on that day.
Now that I have arrived at the graveyard after a climb that left
quite breathless, I wasn’t fully certain why I had co here. Perhaps it was because I was feeling restless and sleepless. Perhaps it was because I miss and wanted to see Hayden. Perhaps it was because I thought that I would figure sothing out if I ca here.
I don’t know how I rembered so well but sohow; I was able to navigate my way to Harvey’s tombstone through the rows of other identical tombstones. The flashlight from my phone showed
the inscription of his na and that told
that I had finally arrived at my destination.
It wasn’t like I expected to see Hayden hanging around here waiting for
to arrive; however, I still felt a slight feeling of disappointnt at the fact that I was the only one here. I spent a while deep in thought as I just stared at Harvey’s tombstone.
"Hi Harvey. Nice to et you for the second ti. Sorry that I didn’t bring you any flowers…" I said as I crouched down in front of his tombstone.
I’ve co quite far in my life now to reach the point of talking to a tombstone of soone that I didn’t even personally know. Fortunately, no one replied to my monologue. The only sound that I heard was the wind blowing against my ear and face.
"Harvey…what really happened to you and Alia?" I asked before the wind blew my words away.
I wondered if I asked Hayden again, would he tell . If I told him that I chose a life with the Mafia just so that I could be with him again, would he tell
everything?
"Hayden asked
if I want a life to do with the mafia and I’m just not sure. But I also don’t want to lose Hayden. I don’t think that I can be truly happy without him. What should I do?"
The silence and lack of response was unnerving. Maybe it would be better if the tombstone could talk and give
so advice. I smiled at my own foolishness as that thought ran through my head.
"Harvey…you’ve forgiven Hayden, right? There’s no way that you’re still mad at your little brother, right?" I asked as I continued to stare at his tombstone.
"You think?"
I heard a man’s voice reply to my question and I jumped up and scread. Covering my eyes with my hands, I continued to scream. There’s a ghost! Really?!
Harvey…
"Stop screaming. You’re disturbing the dead…" the voice said, sounding slightly irritated.
I shut my mouth at the sa ti that my hands were pulled away from my eyes. I blinked in shock and confusion at the man standing in front of . He’s not a ghost, right?
"Hayden…" I whispered half in disbelief and half in relief.
"Yes, I’m Hayden. Harvey is dead so he’s no longer here," Hayden said with slight annoyance that he had to explain sothing as obvious as that to .
"Why did you creep up on
suddenly like that? I was so scared…" I whined.
"I didn’t creep up on you. I’ve been standing here for a while now, but you were too wrapped up in your conversation with my brother’s tombstone that you didn’t realize…" Hayden said with a shrug.
--To be continued…
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