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I stood silently beside the two graves, watching as a few more people walked away through the maze of stones, tears spilling down my cheeks. The same way they had been for the past week.

I looked up at the cloudy sky. That was odd. It very rarely rained here in Phoenix. Why did it decide to rain today? Why now? I closed my eyes as the first drops fell on my face.

My mind wandered as I tried to forget about why I was standing here in the first place. This was all so cliché, like something from a movie. The mourner standing beside the fresh graves, dressed all in black, rain mingling with their tears of grief. The only difference was that this wasn't from a movie, it was real, and it was happening to me.

Another person came to my side. I looked up into the face of one of my parents friends. I had no idea who they were but I put on my calm, controlled mask, shook their hands and accepted their condolences. The same way I had been doing all day, and all week.

I couldn't believe things had changed so drastically in such a short time. Less than 2 weeks ago I had been happy and everything had been normal. I had had both my parents then.

Last weekend they had been going to visit some relatives when they got in the accident. They had been driving down one of the less busy streets in the city when a moving truck swerved from the other lane and crashed into them head on, killing them instantly.

When the police had come to our house that day and told me. I couldn't believe them. How could my parents be gone? They couldn't be! They were going to be coming home soon, in an hour or so maybe. But I still waited. I had sat on our couch deep into the night in a state of shock, completely ignoring anything the police tried to tell me. They had sat patiently, waiting for me to break out of my trance.

They were just about to call and ambulance when the truth hit me like a bomb.

Suddenly, I had realized the truth. My parents weren't ever coming home. They really were dead. I was never going to see my mother or father again. The next thing I knew I had been crying. That crying had pulled me down into a deep state of shock. I could function, and take care of everything that needed to be done, but I was an empty shell. Nothing could make me feel any emotion.

Now, as I stood in the cemetery I knew what it felt like to be completely alone. I really didn't have anybody left. Sure, I had distant relatives and stuff, but nobody close. I didn't even have very many friends. I wouldn't even be living here a couple days from now either.

Since I had no family here in Phoenix, and I couldn't stand being where so many memories of my parents lingered around every corner, it was decided that I would move in with my Uncle Phil. He lived in Forks, Washington, somewhere I hadn't been since I was 6, when we lived there. All I could remember of it was that it was always raining, and it was too green. I didn't have anywhere else to go.

I stared down at the two graves, memorizing the engravings. Charlie Swan and Renee Swan Always, remembered, Never forgotten. Those few simple words sent waves of grief through me, causing a whole new set of tears to fall from my eyes.

When I left the graves side, when would be the next time I would see it? Would I ever return to Phoenix? I didn't think so. There were just too many things that would remind me of happier times with my parents.

I stood there for so long, deep in thought, that when I finally opened my eyes and looked around me, everybody was gone except for one person sitting in their car in the parking lot. They weren't looking at me but I could tell they had been keeping an eye on me. I wonder who told them to.

I ignored the person and looked back at the graves. It was getting late, and I still had to start packing. Despite how much I wanted to stay here with them, I had to leave. I had to put my mask back on. I had to reel in my emotions that I had just let out of control.

I bent down and placed a single red and white tulip at the foot of each of their graves.

"Goodbye." I whispered softly as I turned around and walked away to the parking lot, holding my head up high, trying to keep more tears from spilling over.


A/N: Hey everybody! Story numero 2!! I came up with this idea faster than I thought i would!

Please enjoy! and review!! Should i continue THIS one??