Tangled Roots

by wlwstripped

Dying is never straightforward, but it's even harder when the last thing you see are the eyes of the one person you love most in this world, filled with pain you can't take away.

Unknown POV

They're buried at the back of the old, cobbled house, hidden by a rotting swing and a flowering white rose bush.

Not even the aggravating little raven flies by anymore, much to my relief. He's turned rather sour recently.

I leave a small marker, unable to stop myself: an upturned, engraved stone at the foot of a tangled root.

Even after all this time, they still haven't found them. I doubt they ever will. Hopefully, they're at peace now.

Or at least, that's what I keep telling myself.

To live through what I have had to do.

What the world made me do.

I haven't forgotten about my other stories. The next chapter of Never Quite Over is nearly finished. Life has just been hectic, so here's a short prologue of another idea.

Don't forget to leave a review, favourite, and follow along for what is going to be a very painful ride, my friends.