Chapter Three

[Logan's pov]

So, what now?

Do I check on people?

I don't think I can talk to them.

"Neighbor?"

"Mrs. Curly?"

"John?"

Nope, can't talk to them.

I've thought how people would be like after I died.

It's sad how people only miss you when you're gone.

Oh wait, they still don't miss me.

Is that my grave?

Surprising,

I didn't think they cared enough to bury me.

I doubt anyone's there.

Wait...

Actually, someone is.



-SoftxRacoon

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