The day started with a certain hint of gloom in the air, which only got stronger and stronger with every passing minute. The rain seemed to be appropriate too, as the figures heavily clad in black stood near the grave, holding their black umbrellas above their heads. The coffee brown coffin was placed before them, and their heads were bowed down in respect to the brave youth whose body lay in front of them. They mourned silently, and looked upon as a lady, possibly in her forties, was crying with her head resting on the coffin. She just sat there in the rain, her sobs echoing loudly in the plain green field of the Attleboro Cemetery. Finally, after about 10 minutes, her husband walked up to her, and held out his hand. The lady took it and slowly got up as her husband pulled her away. The coffin was then lowered into the freshly dug grave, and the worker nearby again shoveled the dirt back into it. The crowd of friends, relatives and well-wishers walked up to the lady who had been crying earlier, and her husband. They offered their condolences, and slowly disintegrated, till only one person remained. A young girl of sixteen, with copper locks and piercing jade eyes. She walked up to the couple standing near the grave, but stopped when she saw the bloodshot eyes of the lady staring at her with utter hatred and contempt.

"Y-you. A-Amy Cahill. You-killed my son."

"Mrs. Tolliver, I k-know that you hate me for what I did to Evan. I-I do too. But please, just let me exp-"

"Shut up! You-You are not even worthy of uttering his name! And you have no right of being here! I shall never let you come near my son, my poor baby, my Evan, ever again."

"I-I...just please, let me..."

"No. Go now. And never come near me or my family again."

"But-"

"I think you heard her." Mr. Tolliver said sternly, his arm around his wife. "Amy, you...should go. Just...please, leave."

Amy looked at both of them, her eyes filled with unshed tears. She didn't say anything after that. She left the Cemetery, not turning back even for a single glance. Both the Tollivers again turned to their son's grave, and after leaving the pile of white roses they had brought for him, they too left.

As night fell, a stealthy figure dressed in black climbed up the wall of the Attleboro Cemetery, and jumped down with a perfect landing. The figure pulled down the beanie that had been covering her head and her tousled long red hair tumbled down her back. She dug in her back and pulled out what she was looking for: A flashlight. She held it up, and walked from grave to grave, till she finally came to the one she had been searching for. There, in fine gray stone were embedded the fine bold letters that said;

EVAN JOSEPH TOLLIVER

1996-2013

The girl wiped off a silent tear, and once again dug through her bag. She pulled out a bunch of white lilies, and lay them on the patch of mud which covered her ex-boyfriend's body. She laughed when she saw that someone had laid roses on his grave. What a bunch of fools. They don't even know that Evan likes lilies. The girl closed her eyes and muttered a silent prayer, repeating the word Evan quite a few times. She prayed hard, asking God to protect Evan in heaven, and give him as much happiness as possible. She asked for forgiveness, from both God and Evan's side. It was all her fault. Evan didn't deserve to die. And to think...Amy was going to dump him for Jake just an hour before his death. Amy's eyes fluttered open, and she pushed away all the bad memories away from her mind. She stared at Evan's grave, then the lilies, then again at the grave. Finally, she got up hesitantly, and picked up her bag. As Amy was leaving, she turned back to look at his grave one more time.

Goodbye, Evan.

The next day, as the groundskeeper went around to do his usual rounds, he found a bunch of withered lilies lying on a grave, which hadn't been there the day before.