So I decided to write some more chapters, after some consideration of where to go with it. Please review and let me know what you think :3
Disclaimer in first chapter.
I slowly walked towards the furthest part of the cemetery; the quietest part where the graves hadn't seen visitors in a while. There were small, long-forgotten toys and wilted flowers, left at the graves of the old and the young.
The place had a stagnant feel to it, seemingly untouched from anything apart from nature; the leaves of the oak and poplar trees, the poppies and the ivy that had wrapped itself around all of the gravestones, as it so naturally does. The oak trees supposedly represented power and victory, the poplar representing memories and the sorrow of death and the poppies bringing about sleep – sleep resembling death. The ivy didn't really signify anything, just wrapped itself chokingly around the slabs of stone and marble, making the search for a deceased friend or family member a quest.
Fortunately I knew exactly where to go. Slowly making my way around the graves, on the hazardous, make-shift paving of broken concrete, I reached the first junction and carried on straight, then turning left at the next one I walked along the grass that weren't near the graves – that way, I wouldn't be standing on the bodies of the decomposed. After one more turn I finally reached my destination. The ivy had been pushed away from this slab, enveloping the stone only at the bottom where the engraved words were mostly legible. I placed the flowers I had brought at the base of the grave, and brushed the letters as I read them:
_ Ivanov
A proud, caring wife and mother
who devoted her life
to the safety of her family and friends
a strong woman
who wanted nothing more
than the knowledge that family and friends
fulfilled life to the fullest.
I sat at the foot of the grave, where the resident's feet would be, and took a small but shaky breath, as I took in the crisp air. The tall boy came to my mind again. Slowly, I thought about him more and prepared myself to try and keep the tears in. This was the only place that I felt the closest to the boy. Luckily the grave was in a part of the cemetery that hardly anyone visited. No one would see me if I did cry and I could always blame it on the rain that had slowly started to fall from the downcast clouds. People would probably blame it on the rain if they saw me anyway - the infamous Kai never showed emotion.
The rain started to pour more heavily, but I could hardly feel it. I was already numb. The wind stayed calm, and for that I was thankful. A harsh breeze would numb me further, making it impossible to even get up. There was no need to wipe the tears away, as the rain had penetrated through everything, and completely drenched my senseless skin.
I must've been there a while, as some feeling came back to my arms and I shivered as I realised how harsh the wind had become. The rain, I felt, had stopped. But glancing around and seeing the rain pour over the cemetery baffled my mind, even in its paralysed state. As I regained a little more feeling, I became aware of the sound of the rain rebounding off of some surface. I glanced up lazily, not really able to pay attention to anything. I was met with the underside of the umbrella at first - nothing exciting, just a dull black.
My eyes carried on travelling and soon came across blood red hair, and a flawless pale forehead. Icy eyes were the next thing I came across. The slow realisation settled in as my recognition kicked in. I knew this boy. Or should I say man? Still numb I was able to keep my composure and look straight at him. The thoughts of him were mostly right - His hair and eyes, exactly as I imagined he would look if we met again. The only aspect that had changed was his height. As a kid I was taller than him, I'd assumed it would always be like this – apparently not. From where I still sat, he seemed a couple inches taller.
His expression was one of confusion - as if not expecting me to be there. It was where I had come most days, becoming less of a habit and more of an obsessive disorder as the days turned into months and then years. The confused expression soon changed, and a smile replaced it as he bent down and sat next to me, allowing my head to rest on his shoulders.
I had always wondered what I would say if we met again. I had planned so many times the basis of what the conversation would involve. My mind became blank as I just said the first thing that flowed into the still quite senseless mind. My voice was croaky from lack of use and dehydration,
"I missed you, Tala."
A/N: so what do you think? I'm not sure whether or not to carry on with this or leave it as it is. Review and let me know.
Yes that is what the plants symbolise/represent. I researched it, so I believe I have it right. But I'm sorry if they have more meanings or I got a couple wrong T-T
B/N: Yeah, HimochiIsAwesome, being awesome (as usual) and Betaing my sister's fic~ ^^ Yeah, thank God she's not like Dr Peter –Group 935, she knows full stops (joke, joke, I'm just too ill to think coherently), anyway, random sh** that I am, I'll just say that I didn't need to do much and READ MY STORIES (lol advertising).