Lara-Jean's POV
I was clutching onto the seat in front of me as the bus sped forward. I sighed deeply, shutting my eyes. Today was the day, I didn't tell anyone about it, not even Covey.
Last night was amazing, it temporarily took away the pain from today. But today was the day. And my heart was heavy as the bus I had been sitting in for two hours finally pulled to a stop.
I got out, the late November air hitting me like a slap in my face. I knew this path, I knew it like the back of my palm. Truth be told, I probably knew it even better than the back of my palm.
I turned into the graveyard, my feet on autopilot as I walked up to his grave. Setting down the flowers before my father's grave I fell to my knees.
I missed him more and more each day, although dead, he was more of a parent to me than my mother ever had been-that was all I could think about. I wasn't even aware when the tears began to fall.
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