Mourn

Luke's POV Why did you do this to me, Evie? What did I have done to deserve this? How can you leave me like that and go? Why did you have to die? Why? I was, to simply put it, devastated and was in denial. I couldn't accept the fact that she was gone, I wouldn't. However, my tears have already accepted the truth as they ran down my face to fall on Evie's hair. I still had her in my arms, holding her close to my heart. I don't want to let her go, ever. "Luke." I heard a familiar voice call. I looked up to look at my father, who was standing between the trees with a sad, pitiful look on his face. "Yes?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. "Is she..." He trailed off. "Ah..yes," I said as a humorless chuckle escaped my lips. "She fell asleep while we were talking. I'll go put her in bed right now. Silly girl." I held Evie tighter as I got up from my place on the ground and started making my way towards our house. "Luke." My father called again as I passed by him, but I didn't look at him a