Hannah walked to the cemetery alone in the rain.

When she arrived at my grave, she cried, and placed down flowers.

“Ashley,” She began, “I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you. I’m sorry for ever leaving you alone with that box. I’m sorry I let you be kidnapped. I’m sorry.”

For a while she just stood there, until she heard something. A single word.

“Hannah?”

She turned around, and saw me standing there in a white dress. I smiled.

“I’m okay.”