Chapter 618

I brought Brandon back to Jersalonia, back home. In the evening, as the sun set, I buried him in the place where we had dreamed of growing old together. After burying Brandon, I didn't leave immediately. Instead, I stayed with him for days to grieve. As a child, I overheard my mother explaining to someone that when a person passed away, their soul didn't vanish entirely. It remained near those they loved the most. Although I didn't know if it was true or not, I wanted to believe it. I didn't want Brandon's soul to be alone, so I stayed with him, keeping him company and watching over him. During this time, I turned off my phone. I spent my days reading, picking flowers, and making tea, just like Ellie used to do. I also painted, and all my paintings were of Brandon. Whenever I painted him, I thought of the portraits of me in Conrad's room. I would visit Brandon's grave at dawn and dusk, talking to him. I would say, "Brandon, can you come to my dreams tonight? Finish saying thing