April 12, 2010.
Too Late
"Your flattery is subtle."
Standing in the old cemetery, in front of the monument they had erected. She let a single red rose fall from her loosely held fingers to the cold ground. She murmured a soft eulogy of praise for the mentor that was now gone.
One tear, filled with words said too late.
A/N: I love the word 'eulogy', don't you?
Sunshine and laughter and dead butterflies~
Sweethearted.