I’m standing here in my cemetery, the shovel in my hand, burying the last memories of us. The dead is almost covered by ground. A sad gray smiley is floating above the grave.
A guy is standing next to me. He’s quiet. He looks around.
I know… it’s a big cemetery. He doesn’t want to be buried here. I understand.
Even for me, it’s hard to tell how many times I’ve died and buried myself and them along with me.
Just somewhere close to here, it’s the previous burial ground. Our graves are made of sand and between us there is a blue beach umbrella just in the middle, not an inch closer to him, not an inch closer to me.
I hear a buzz sound. I turn around. The skeleton rose up from the grave and the smiley turned yellow and happy.
A messenger window appeared on my monitor.
I throw back the skeleton in the grave and turn the smiley off. I’m permanently dead to you too.
