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Chapter 3!
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December 16th, 2004
Riley bit the inside of cheek as he approached the wooded cemetery, getting a bit nervous. He sighed a little as he went up the dirt path in his car, snowflakes beginning to fall from the gray sky. Finally, he reached his destination. He fingered the flower in his hand delicately as he stepped out into the snow.
"I'm going to go out and make a snowman tomorrow."
He swallowed a little, tears beginning to sting behind his blue eyes. He approached the spot where he'd stood nearly 20 years before and looked down at the stone. A little angel made of concrete kneeling down and facing the sky, adorned the polished stone where the name had been carved.
Sophia Marie Andrews
1978-1984
Riley blinked, fingering one of the angel's outstretched wings.
"Sophie, I…" The words caught in his throat. I felt unusual, speaking to a stone instead of a person. The felt the snowflakes catch on his eyelashes, melting and mixing with water that was already there. "Sophie…" His voice cracked. He held out his hand, letting the snow melt in his palm.
"I miss you, Soph."
"I'm Riley."
"I'm Sophie."
He paused as he looked out across the empty field. He looked up for a minute, and he almost could've sworn he saw Sophie standing by the tree.
Are you coming?
He looked up again, and there was nothing there. He shook his head and gently put the flower, a small red rose on the stone. He wrapped his coat closer around his body to protect himself from the cold.
"I love you Sophie." He walked a few feet and then paused, thinking over the words he'd just spoken. How could he have been so blind? Over the past 20 years, he'd thought about Sophie so often, and never once had he realized his true feelings for her. Though he'd been 6 years old at the time, the bond they'd created over those 3 months hadn't just been friendship.
"I love you, Sophie." He repeated, as if to be sure it was true. As he headed to towards the car, he almost believed he heard her voice in the wind.
Love you too.
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A statue stands in a shaded place
An angel girl with an upturned face
A name is written on a polished rock
A broken heart that the world forgot
Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place where she's loved
Concrete angel
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