Jaxon POV
I was pretty sure everyone in town heard the explosion. I was one of the unfortunate people who ended up being a block down from where it happened. Now, it's been two days since then and they recovered the bodies. Four people were in the building. One was Ivy.
I walked down to the cemetery, searching amongst the graves. There was the new grave which read: Ivy Pierce 1990-2012 Will always be missed.
That was all they wrote. I could write much better things to describe Ivy than that! Someone stopped next to me.
"Visiting a friend?" she asked. I tried to ignore her, but it didn't work. I looked up at her and my eyes widened. The woman was a spitting image of Ivy. The moments I shared with Ivy came flooding back. A small smile crept on my face and a tear dripped down from my cheek.
"Yeah... I love her." I whispered. I planted Ivy's favorite flower: a Datura. It was a flower that only bloomed in the light. I bent down and touched the grave, before walking away with the woman next to me as I began to tell her the story of Ivy's life.
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In the Light
Short StoryIvy has done something terrible and only she knows what she did. Or at least she thought she was the only one. She has been getting some threatening letters from this person she doesn't know. Taking matters into her own hands, she leaves her town an...
