The Night At His Graveyard
I thanked the bus driver and hopped off. I wrapped my arms tighter around myself, chilled by the evening air. I turned, and looked up at the sky. Twilight.
It was time.
I walked up the dirt road, staring at my feet. I remember the first time I did this; I quickly assed myself. Was I scared? I giggled quietly; what a stupid thought. Of all that has happened, to be scared of him? No. I wasn’t afraid. I walked faster.
As I approached the gates of the darkened graveyard, I felt a breeze suddenly pick up. “Jasper,â? I whispered, “Jasper, love, are you there?â? I felt a breath on my neck. I quickly got my answer. “My time tonight is limited, Madison. But let us not waste another moment.â? He leaned in and kissed me. I sighed, content. How different this all was. A tear slid down my cheek; I wiped it away before he could notice. “I miss you, every moment of every day.â? He nodded, his hand on my cheek. â? As do I.â? The moon rose. He groaned. “Goodbye, Madison. My love.â? he disapeared into the night sky.