Chapter 30: Chapter Thirty

Keenan POV

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I stood from afar, thinking about all the ways I could drive them out.

I could always scare them, possibly threaten them, maybe bribe them, or… I could just kill them.

I think I just might.

I watched as this young, stoner couple loaded all their shit into her old little red mobile home, and they were ruining everything, destroying her scent, what was left of it, just remnants at this point. But I needed it to stay as long as possible.

This is the last place it was still prominent, it all but disappeared from school two weeks ago.

They were ruining it!

Who the fuck did they think they were? They don’t belong here, that’s her home.

And she could still come back.

It’s possible.

But every day that she’s gone that delusion gets weaker, and I don’t even know why I believe it. She would never want to come back.

But everyone and everything just moved on like… she never existed.