It was beautiful, it was warm and the dew on the grass had not
yet dried up leaving little crystals on the ground, so one had the feeling
they were walking on a world of diamonds. The air was light and held the
soft fragrance of lilacs, and a pleasant breeze whooshed about. Squirrels
flitted from tree to tree in a pleasant dance oblivious to the world around
them.
In the park dogs splashed water all over their owners as they chased duck and geese in the shimmering pond. A cat stalked a small white bird in a tree, but at the last minute the bird flew away, leaving the cat, and flying up into the sky. The bird flew a while on a warm breeze to a tree some ways away from the park. It rested there weary of the people gathering just under the cypress.
In the shade of the tree stood two girls, staring sadly at their sister's casket. The girl's eyes were wet with recent tears and each time they dried them, it only served to leave room for more tears to climb out. It wasn't as though they were afraid to cry, no they let the tears run freely, and they just felt as if they could wipe away all that happened, by wiping away their tears, of course, you know, they couldn't.
Their father, a tall man usually in a lab coat, donned a black tuxedo for the solemn occasion, tried to comfort them but they would never truly heal. Their brother stood next to them but apart from them, not feeling as if he belonged. Noticing this the girls went to each side of him hugging him tightly as he silently shed his tears. They had lost their sister, and although he wasn't a replacement, he did help to fill the whole that she had left in her wake. Many other people had come too teachers, friends, the mayor and his assistant even people that didn't know them personally, just by the deeds they did to save the city, came.
Every day for the rest of his life the lost girl's brother would return to the grave and leave flowers. Never again did he commit crimes, being accepted by his family he had finally accepted human kind. He had no need to destroy the world or to take it over. In fact he worked along side his father and helped to build a better world, and he worked along side his sisters to put a stop to the evil around them. It was something he promised himself: never give up never stop fighting those who cause you pain. Only after the whole ordeal it had changes somewhat: never give up, never stop fighting those who cause any pain.
For her he would fight day after day, and work night after night, and come visit her day and night, whenever he needed to talk. He felt safe knowing she listened to him, knowing she was watching them. He felt safe knowing he had a family, thanks to her. Every day he would come and always he would thank her. "Thank you Buttercup, little sister."
In the park dogs splashed water all over their owners as they chased duck and geese in the shimmering pond. A cat stalked a small white bird in a tree, but at the last minute the bird flew away, leaving the cat, and flying up into the sky. The bird flew a while on a warm breeze to a tree some ways away from the park. It rested there weary of the people gathering just under the cypress.
In the shade of the tree stood two girls, staring sadly at their sister's casket. The girl's eyes were wet with recent tears and each time they dried them, it only served to leave room for more tears to climb out. It wasn't as though they were afraid to cry, no they let the tears run freely, and they just felt as if they could wipe away all that happened, by wiping away their tears, of course, you know, they couldn't.
Their father, a tall man usually in a lab coat, donned a black tuxedo for the solemn occasion, tried to comfort them but they would never truly heal. Their brother stood next to them but apart from them, not feeling as if he belonged. Noticing this the girls went to each side of him hugging him tightly as he silently shed his tears. They had lost their sister, and although he wasn't a replacement, he did help to fill the whole that she had left in her wake. Many other people had come too teachers, friends, the mayor and his assistant even people that didn't know them personally, just by the deeds they did to save the city, came.
Every day for the rest of his life the lost girl's brother would return to the grave and leave flowers. Never again did he commit crimes, being accepted by his family he had finally accepted human kind. He had no need to destroy the world or to take it over. In fact he worked along side his father and helped to build a better world, and he worked along side his sisters to put a stop to the evil around them. It was something he promised himself: never give up never stop fighting those who cause you pain. Only after the whole ordeal it had changes somewhat: never give up, never stop fighting those who cause any pain.
For her he would fight day after day, and work night after night, and come visit her day and night, whenever he needed to talk. He felt safe knowing she listened to him, knowing she was watching them. He felt safe knowing he had a family, thanks to her. Every day he would come and always he would thank her. "Thank you Buttercup, little sister."