I held her in my arms for so long. My tears painfully fall as I hugged her cold self close to my chest. George had to pry her out of my grip when the others could do nothing but just stood and watched with their own tears falling down. Huffing a breath, George sighed. His own tears trickled.

"Henry. I knew you always loved her. Even when you tried so hard to deny it," he spoke in soft words. "But now it's time to let go of her..." he tried again.

Weakly, I sobbed louder, not wishing to part from her just yet. His words only made me pull her closer to me. I was not going to lose her this easily.

I don't want to lose her.

With a heavy sigh, the man before me tried again to take my hands off the girl's weak and lifeless body. Owen had come back, bringing a few sturdy-looking males back to Eline's home, which I suspect would be in charge to take her away from me, placing her in a casket and burying her 6th feet under.

They all started surrounding me and they did their best to take her off of me. In the end, after much struggle, they did it. Eline was finally off my grasp. I watched as they take her away. I wanted so much to take her back but I knew my legs would give out the moment I stood up. I was weak.

My life suddenly feels hollow. I don't feel like doing anything anymore. The idea of having her back into my life and then having her gone just in a slip of a second was unfair.

I know I was to blame for wasting a whole decade of my life without her. But I was blind. I was blind and I couldn't see that she was one of the things that I truly wanted in life. To have her in my everyday. To have her in my future.

God gave me karma. I got what I deserved. She doesn't deserve me. I'm just pathetic trash. A beautiful-hearted person like her, shouldn't mix with trash like me. The true trash that gave up everything good in his life for wealth.

After a while, I was left alone in the garden while the others rushed off inside with Eline's body. Probably going to give her a proper funeral. I don't know if I can attend it if they do. I'm not ready to accept the fact just yet. All that I can do was cry helplessly on the ground. And that was exactly what I did. Even when I grew numb and out of tears, I didn't dare move away from my spot. Not even by an inch.

With my head hanging down to my knees, I couldn't see anything besides the curtain of my hair. Though a moment later, when the sun had gone down, a quiet hesitant step can be heard approaching me. I can feel a blanket wrapped around me and the steps didn't make another sound. As if the person behind it actually stayed to watch over my fragile self.

The person sat plopping down beside me and quietly they stayed. I lifted my head a bit to see Owen sitting with his back leaning against the bark behind us. His head looked up to the stars beginning to dot the dark sky. He didn't utter a word, nor does he makes an effort to look at me or make his presence known. He was just there, sitting and accompanying me.

Sniffling a few sobs, I wiped my tears away and turned to look away from the little boy. Though he wasn't looking at me before, I can feel his eyes on me now.

"You must have really loved her," he said out of nowhere.

I didn't say anything in return. In fact, I couldn't say anything in return.

Do I love her? I wouldn't have felt this bad if I didn't... would I?

"They are holding a small ceremony for her. Only close friends of hers came. They are going to bury her after this," he said again before continuing, "Do you want to go to the cemetery with everyone?"

I merely shook my head at the boy and once again we stood there in silence. It stays that way until it was really late in the night. Not a single sound can be heard from around us. The only existing sounds were that of the crickets and some occasional sound of metal in the air.

Slowly, I lifted myself up from the position, looking down at Owen, who apparently had already dozed off while he was sitting in silence with me. I went up to him, held him in my arm and together we went back inside the home of the blonde nature-lover.

Walking up a few steps, I pushed the door to his room open and softly placed him on his bed. I pulled his blanket and tucked him in before leaving him in his room and heading back into my own room in the house.

It has been a few days since then. I've been keeping myself alone in my room, stuck on the bed, not really doing anything much. The only time I started walking around was when I made myself walk to Eline's room in the middle of the night sometimes.

Owen still didn't go back to the orphanage. He now stays around to look after me. He would usually come to accompany me and talk to me. He talks way more now. A huge amount compared to how he was in the past.

"Hello, sir," he beamed softly.

I merely nodded as I sit up on the bed to have a better look at him. He looked tidy and proper now. Almost like a properly educated boy with a good upbringing.

"Did you have a lovely night?" he asked again, trying to start a conversation with me. I admire his constant effort to get me to talk. He never gets tired of asking even though I usually don't utter a single word in reply.

Again, I merely nodded at him. It was not actually a lovely night for me. It has been days since I had a proper sleep.

"Do you want me to cook you anything for breakfast? Or I can ask the maid to make it if you prefer their cooking," he spoke again, he shifted on his seat and slowly lift the chair up making himself lean in front as if he was playing with it.

I was about to refuse when Eline's nagging voice rang in my ear, telling me to eat something at least. For a moment I stared at the wall, not knowing what to reply to the boy. Then after a while, I turned to him, "I'll have just an egg. Is that okay?"

A grin appears on his face. He was obviously elated. Probably from me asking for food, myself, or because he heard my voice. Or maybe both. I haven't been myself ever since that day. I was just so lost in my own thought that I couldn't even take in my surroundings anymore.

I even slept in her room sometimes, just to feel more of her. But it wasn't enough. Of course, it wasn't.

"'You promised to look after my garden, Henry," the voice spoke again.

Oh, the garden. I better go there today.

"Owen, can you come with me to Bloomsdale after this?"

At that he nodded, getting off the chair, presumably getting on with making my breakfast before we left for the garden.