"Oh my ... sorry.. sorry.." It was the last thing she said while still lying on top of your grave until it started raining that would probably give her the flu but she wouldn't care, she would stay with you.

she still felt horrible and cried herself to sleep next to the lifeless roses on your grave, she started dreaming about you, your angelic figure

"You look lonely, I can fix that." The angelic voice sounded from your throat

"W-what.." Marcy looked at you in surprise