Grave of the Mafia’s Love Chapter 06
Early that morning, Julian Vance stood before my grave once again.
The once–mighty mafia godfather now looked so
small. He staggered through the mud, looking
utterly haggard.
In the puddle in front of the grave, the pink letter
had swollen from the rain, and the ink had
smudged, making it impossible to make out
anything.
He reached out to grab it, but the moment he
pulled it up, the paper melted in his palm.
“No. Please don’t.” he said, cupping the wad of
paper in both hands.
I shook my head and floated over to him.
“Come on, Julian. Go back to your world.”
“I don’t blame you anymore. Really.”
I used to really hate him. I hated him for leaving
me alone in that dark alley. He blamed me for his
parents‘ arguments, and that made me really
angry.
But after living like a ghost for three years, I
learned to let go.
I stopped caring a long time ago.
“No. No,” Julian said, kneeling on one knee before
my gravestone. “Tell me this isn’t true.”
I quickly stepped in front of my photo.
“Hey! I told you it’s fine! Just forget about it!”
“That’s the best photo I’ve ever taken! Don’t you
dare ruin it!”
Julian reached out his hand and held it over the
engraving of my name.
“Look at you,” he said, his trembling finger
brushing my cheek. “Smiling so ugly–you must
still be alive, right?”
I rolled my eyes.
Then I tried scaring someone for the first time. I gathered all my ghostly energy and blew a few
dead leaves off the ground.
No, Julian. I’ve been gone for a long time. A wave of sadness washed over me. I died long ago.
Dead leaves brushed against his face, but he was
completely oblivious. He rested his head against
the cold stone and closed his eyes.
I quietly approached him, thinking he might be
cold.
“I’m so sorry,” he said, tears rolling down his
cheeks. “Sylvia Reed, I don’t know–oh my God,
why did this have to happen?”
“I’m so stupid. Why didn’t I believe you? Why didn’t
I just listen to what you had to say…”
I looked at him calmly.
To be honest, I didn’t care anymore whether his
apology was sincere. Since becoming a ghost, I’d
felt a sense of peace I’d never experienced before.
Soon I would be able to leave this place and go to
another world.
“It doesn’t matter. I’m dead anyway.” I gently
stroked his head.
Julian’s tears poured down like a burst dam,
ceaseless and torrential.
He spoke softly, recounting memories that had long since grown hazy in my mind.
“Actually… I tried to walk you home that day. But
just before I left, I felt really pathetic. I thought,
‘She killed my father, so why am I still after her?”
“I went to look for you right after you called. But
the street was completely deserted.”
“Sylvia… You know, I was actually glad you were lying. I was glad none of that had happened to
you…”
I was stunned.
So… I hadn’t been abandoned.
But you came too late, Julian. Way too late.
A gentle breeze blew, causing the lilies planted in
front of my grave to sway.
The smell made me flinch and step back.
“Don!” Julian’s assistant rushed in, flustered. “I’ve
found Miss. Reed’s medical records.”
“It wasn’t just the leukemia. Miss. Reed had been assaulted several years ago. She reported the
incident to the police, but her mother insisted on dropping the charges. The case was closed.”
