When he scanned the distance ahead, he found the two apparitions at a Y in the road, and he was a little taken aback that they were most definitely trying to help him get to Graham.
What was this?
“Hurry,” he heard in his ear, as if someone was right behind him.
But no one was there. The two apparitions were in front of him.
Jesus.
He was creeped out, but he began running like Graham’s life depended on it.
Mostly because he was freaked out that he was trying to rationalize this whole situation and the fact that Graham was slipping away.
This place was something.
Oh, it was haunted-haunted. When she found out, Elizabeth was going to lose her shit.
As he moved through the trees, he passed what looked to be a grave, and kept going. There was an opening ahead, and he had a feeling that’s what the dead men wanted him to see.
Then again, what did he know?
This was all wild.
Bat.
Shit.
Insane.
In fact, he was beginning to think he might need to see someone to talk this out. Clearly, he was having a mental breakdown too.
At the trees’ opening, he saw a cliff, and at the end of it was Graham.
He was standing on a big boulder, overlooking what appeared to be one hell of a drop.
Oh, Jesus.
His heart began racing even more than it had been on the run there.
Was the man going to jump?
Was this how he’d take himself out?
In front of him?
As he paused for a moment, Graham kept screaming his lungs out as he purged as much of the guilt and pain he could. Maybe, it would mean not burning in the deepest pit of Hell for all of his sins.
“I had the most amazing thing, and I was too stupid to understand it was real love!” he screamed.
The trees shook with a wind that hadn’t been there before, and Michael wasn’t sure how to do this.
Did he tackle him?
Did he try to rationalize with him?
All he knew was he had to do something to help Graham.
“JUST END MY MISERY! JUST LET ME GODDAMN DIE ALREADY! I LOST HIM, AND NOW, I’M FORCED TO SEE HE’S SURVIVED WITHOUT ME! HE WAS RIGHT! NO ONE WOULD EVER LOVE ME LIKE HE DID! I’M UNLOVABLE!”
