"Mum..." I said quietly, as I fell to my knees before my parents grave.
No one had come to the funeral, there wasn't really even one.. It was a guy burying my mother, and me moping for her. My brothers hadn't come, they were moving to another town with the caretaker Marmie. I felt so alone.. I felt so hopeless.
"I'm so sorry," I stammered, digging my hands into the ground. Where my parents lay, 6 feet under, side by side for eternity.. Without me..
"I- I never meant what I said, at the hospital.. When I said I didn't care if you died.. Because I do!" I sighed, tears soaking into the snow. "Now look at me, moping in a stupid black dress.."
"I love you mum..." I cried, hugging my sides, trying to stop myself from trembling. "Why'd you have to leave me? With a stupid roommate? And two stupid jobs? And now barely able to see my brothers? Where do I go now?"
I waited for an answer.. But of course.. There would never be an answer to those questions. Since I could never hear my mother's voice again, feel her gentle arms hugging me, see her calm eyes, or smell the sweet scent of her perfume.
I got to my feet. "I don't deserve to even be in the presence of you in the ground today..." I mumbled.
"But I will visit you, every day, I promise. I promise, I promise, I promise..." I swore, and blew a kiss to the grave. That engraved, were the names of my beloved parents..
I began striding away, hands in the pockets of my black puffy coat that I had to wear. I walked down the snow-covered path, that went by the other Disney community graves of the Disney/Dreamworks Cemetary.. I wonder if Jack was working.
Probably not, it was too early in the morning for him to work.
I kept walking along, snow wetting my leather black boots, and making my feet and lower leg chill.
I stopped when I saw an open pathway, that had been plowed out, and was clear dirt. It led to a large willow tree, that was still fully covered in its leaves. But was coated with some snow.
I hopped off the snow-covered path, and onto the clear one. My feet needed a break from trudging through snow.
I walked along the path, staring at my feet. When I made it to the willow tree, I pushed the long droopy leaves out of my way, and stepped under the tree.
It was nicer under here, a bit warmer actually, and it had a slightly comforting darkness. The ground was dry, and so was the under part of the tree.
I walked up to the trunk of the tree, and leaned against it. I slid down the trunk, till I hit the ground, and put my face in the palm of my hands.
I didn't mean to even cry, but tears were still streaming down my face. I shook my wet hands off, and looked up.
As I began calming down, and breathing in the chilly fresh air, I heard a delightful sound.. A musical sound.. That was pretty cool.
I heard the long strumming of a guitar, playing gently and soothingly. It seemed to come from upwards. Then I heard almost a whisper of a young man's voice.
"You only need the light when it's burning low.. Only miss the sun when it starts to snow.. Only know you love her when ya let her go. Only know you've been high when you're feeling low. Only hate the road when you're missing home. Only know you love her when ya let her go.."
I then stood up, and looked up. The strumming and voice stopped, and nothing could be seen among the tree branches. Or the tree itself. I then looked down, and sighed.
"Hey," I heard a voice say quietly from behind me. I slightly gasped and whipped around. Meeting a familiar cold green gaze, I zoomed back in my sight line a little. To see a face with the tiniest smile ever, details of freckles, and shaggy, piecey brown hair.
