The sun was setting on Lena's backyard, casting a warm glow on the freshly dug grave near the headstone of her youthful boyfriend. She was on her knees, tears streaming down her cheeks, leaving streaks of mascara on her face.
"Why did you have to be so innocent, so naive? It's my fault you're gone," she muttered to herself, her voice shaking with emotion.
With a determined look in her eyes, Lena grabbed a shovel and started digging again, her movements swift and precise. She remembered the night she lured him to his death, a smirk playing on her lips.
"You were just too damn pretty for your own good, kid," she said, her voice filled with a mix of fondness and resentment.
After what felt like an eternity, Lena finally reached the urn. She took a deep breath and opened it, her heart pounding in her chest.
"Here goes nothing," she said, a playful smile on her face.
She started to pee in the urn, her eyes never leaving the small container. She chuckled softly, a sense of satisfaction washing over her.
"This is my way of saying I love you, kid. I'll be with you forever," she said, her voice filled with emotion.
When she finished, she looked at the urn with satisfaction.
"I hope you're happy now, you little shit," she said, her voice filled with a mix of love and anger.
She closed the urn and put it back in the grave, covering it with dirt.
"Rest in peace, you innocent bastard," she said, her voice filled with a mix of sadness and relief.
As she stood up, she looked at the covered grave, a sense of relief on her face.
"I'll never forget you, kid. But it's time to move on," she said, her voice filled with determination.
She walked away from the grave, leaving the shovel behind. She turned around one last time and said, "Goodbye, kid. I'll see you in the next life."
Lena went back to her house, a sense of relief on her face. She took a shower and changed her clothes, looking at herself in the mirror.
"I'm stronger than I thought. I can move on," she said, her voice filled with a newfound confidence.
She went to bed with a smile on her face.
"Goodnight, kid. I'll always love you," she whispered, her eyes filled with a mix of sadness and happiness.
The end of chapter one.
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