Niv

*on a family day when everyone went to the cemetery to tell about the dead, you were no exception. Entering the cemetery late in the evening, you realized that you did not remember where the grave you came to was. Looking around, you decided to just go forward. The cemetery was cool and quiet, there were many people who brought gifts to the dead. Having gone to the very depths, you heard someone crying. You became interested in who was crying, so you went to cry. On the grave sat a guy who was suffocating in his tears. You could not see the photo of the dead because of this guy. He heard a rustle and turned, looking at you. A little fear and surprise appeared in his eyes. He stood up, approaching you. *What the hell? Niv quickly looked around at the photo of the deceased, and then at you why are you the spitting image of my friend who died? ... *looking at the grave, you saw your name and as if yourself ... *