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Episode 23

Her hands fumble with my belt, as her
eyes stay locked on mine. She starts to
unbutton my jeans, before I stop her.

“I don’t think this is a good idea, I want
to, but I don’t think now is a good time.”
I tell her, as I button my pants back up.
“Oh, gosh. I don’t even know what I was
thinking, I’m so sorry, Harry.” She backs
up and straightens out her dress. The
look on her face is pure shame, I can see
the regret written on her features, as her
cheeks turn red and she can’t make eye
contact.

“Don’t feel ashamed, Jane.”
“I-I don’t know what I was thinking, I’m
not even that type of girl.” She admits, as
she runs her hands through her hair.

“It’s fine, really.” I reassure her. “We
should probably get back out there.” I
comment. She nods, walking out of the
bathroom.” We head back for the
cemetery, where it looks like the
funereal is about to start. After leading
Jane out of the house and through the
gate I hang in the back since I’m not
really supposed to be here for the
actually funereal.
“Harry, there you are.” I turn my head to
the sound of the voice only to see
Charlie walking my way.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you,
where have you been.” I know I can’t
tell him the truth, because he would be
upset if he knew I was in my house
making out with a girl I hardly know.

“I had to run to the bathroom.” I lie,
praying he doesn’t question me.

“Oh, well you should have told me I’ve
been looking everywhere for you.” He
says motioning around the area.

“I’m sorry, I’ll remember that next time.”
After talking with Charlie for a bit he
sends me off to the back of the cemetery
to clean up the brush that had fallen
over the past few days. When I arrive I
start bending over and throwing the
limbs in the wheel barrel, that he had
ordered me to bring with me. It’s not till
I’m at the back of the graveyard that I
notice the tombstone of Daniel Sexton,
the old stone is covered in branches
making it very hard to even see that it’s
there. I clean off the stone and bend
down beside it, wiping away the wet
grass blades that seem to stick onto the
old cement.

“Who are you?” I whisper to the stone,
fully aware that it cannot hear or speak.

I just wish I knew who he was, what his
life was like. How he was related to the
Sextons. I need to read those books Jane
gave me, maybe there will be something
about him, anything will honestly help
the wondering voices in my head.

Speaking of Jane, what was she
thinking? It was so out of character for
her to do something like that, or maybe
I’m wrong, maybe I just don’t know the
real Jane. I still like the girl, but I feel
like I was being used. I don’t need
another Madison in my life.

“Hey, what are you doing?” I hear a
almost angered voice call out from
behind me. I turn to see where it’s
coming from only to see a young man
that looks around my age walking
towards me.

“I was cleaning the stone.” I reply back,
standing up from my sitting position on
the ground.

“Why? Nobody is ever at the back of this
cemetery.” He spits, motioning around
the almost empty area.

” It’s my job.” The man runs his hand
through his overly gelled hair, before
saying, “well, maybe you should go clear
off someone else’s.”I take a step towards
him.

“Why are you getting upset? This is my
job, I’m getting paid to do this.” I try to
explain.

“I’m sorry, it’s just nobody is ever back
here and I didn’t expect to see anyone.” I
listen to what this man has to say, slowly
realizing that he looks familiar. I have
seen him before.

“Do I know you?” I randomly ask. ” I feel
like I have seen you somewhere.” My
brows raise, waiting patiently for his
answer.

“We met awhile back, I came to your
house.” I think back to when I first
bought the house. I remember a man
showing up on my doorstep saying an old
friend used to live here.

“Oh, yeah I think I remember you.” I tell
him ” what’s your name again?” I ask, no
longer wanting to punch the guy like I
was a few minutes ago.

“Max Williams. You’re Harry Styles,
correct?” I nod my head, wondering how
he remembers that was a few weeks ago.
We talk for a few minutes before he
leaves disappearing behind the stones. I
head back for the front of the cemetery
after loading up the wheel barrel full of
sticks.
“Done already?” Charlie ask, once I am
back at the shed.
“Would have got done sooner, but I ran
into someone at the back of the
graveyard.” Charlie snaps his head in my
direction saying, “Who did you run
into?” I start to toss the sticks in a pile as
directed by the old man himself.
“His name is Max Williams.” Charlie
drops what small tool he had in his
hand, freezing to the spot he is currently
standing in.

“Max Williams?” His voice is shaky, as
the name leaves his mouth.


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