Arthors note: Okay I felt that I could have done waaaaaaaaaay better with 'hi i died yesterday so', that story has died and now it has a second chance.
Thanx xxxxxxxx alot White Alchemist Taya.
The frost bitten momorial statutes of the forgottenstill gave an even bigger feelof deaths silence.Our hero, managing to withhold the clouded skies, the slightly moist feeling on his nose and the burning of the tips of his fingers as they swayed at his sides as he walked through the winter cemetary and towards the iced fortress. A long yet quit narrow scarf was wrapped loosley a few times around his neck, and a red turtle neck did it's best to keep his neck warm.
He strood past the whitley sprinkled tomb stones bearing the names that he didn't really care about, but upon aproching a certain one he stopped and let his frost bitten hands find comfort in his jean pockets. He visited her almost more than ever now. Not that he'd ever admit it but when Lady had told him back when thay first met had actually lingered in his mind. 'And what do you know about family!? You're a demon.' He'd just shaked it off but, he felt a certain lurch in his stomach, the kind that one gets after being stabbed by a demon, well that was his best comparrison to it had made him feel slightly more driven to go and vistit the rock that held his only materilazed memory of his late mother.
Dante, looked at his watch, he had been lost in thought for the past 45 minutes! He said a final goodbye for the day to theslab of stone, and recived it' s inanimate object like way of saying bye'bye and come back soon.
He began walking back when he saw that some people had gathered around a freshly placed tomb stone, many were young and only two were old. 'Man I really have to stop this seriouse non-manly thinkg about my mistake stuff. I could have had one of thoose girls cry on my shoulder.' Shaking his head angrily at the missed chance of damsil in distress, a man in shaggy looking clothes, bearing a shovel, slowly walked beside himprobably the grave digger. Dante thought.
"Sad ain't it." He said. Obviosley he had interpreted Dante's head shaking as somthing else.
Dante didn't know what he was talking about but he didn't want to make it look as if he were actually there for 45 minutes and didn't even notice the small funeral.
"Poor family, it was a wee girl, just turned 16 you know, went missing. Dey couldn't even find her body. Now usually I'd complain about no buisness but to see all her friends like dat, it could make a devil cry.Good day lad." And with that he walked on.
"Yeagh it probably could." Hesaid to himself as he say howthe mother and father alike began to hual out their feeling for their missing daughter.The cold air reminded him that he was hungry, and with the thought of pizza in his mind he waded through the snow back home.
"It probably could."
Hey so (if yo have read my bio) you'd know about he Geography test that I'm hoping to pass.