I shuffle to the cemetery's wrought-iron gate, clutching a lone, blood red rose in a pasty hand. I take a deep breath, gatheirng my courage, and push the gate open. I don't know if this cemetery is open; I don't care either. Slowly I walk past cement gray tombstones with flowers thrown on them, and with each grave I pass by my heart sinks more.
Finally I come to the grave I want. I kneel down and read the inscription, but I can only get past the name 'Sasha Ryan' before I begin crying, letting it out in deep, childish sobs. The rose I'm clutching escapes from my hand, probably relived to not be crushed by me anymore, but I don't notice. All I want is to go back to the fatal day only a year ago and turn back time.
I sit sideways style next to the grave, and then jump with horror as I lift my body off the grave. I don't want to sit on Sasha, I really don't. My fingers grasp onto the curve of the tombstone as I stand up precariously, balancing my body on the uneven terrain before me. I look down at my flimsy, black flip-flops, and I shake my head. Slowly and clumsily I leave Sasha's grave and walk tentatively towards the gate.
Behind me the [sky turns a blue-black and the rain comes pouring down, and I feel so awful. Sasha died in the rain...but I know the name on that grave should be Charlotte Woods for it to truly be fair..
-to be continued-
