VAGUE

CHAPTER 20

CHAPTER 20

-PRICE WILLIAMS' POINT OF VIEW-

In this place of loving words, where the earth welcomes back her own, I find a tranquility, a sense of connection to those I have passed on. It is a place to feel that expansive universal love cementing in bones. Cemetery is place for soulful reflection, to hear the emotions with a clarity that comes with such quiet. We were sailors on a stormy sea, each blaming the other for the wind. A pile of brown frosted-like leaves, the innumerable flashing fragments shine in the brilliant sunny light, for today there is no weather; no wind, no cloud, just normal warm temperatures. Even the leaf stems lie brown and sharp. Ahead the path glistens like silver quartz, yet silver lining on weary concrete is all it is. All this beauty over everything dead. And here I am to add to it with a bunch of pink roses in my gloved hand. I pause, my breath rising in visible puffs, then I remember why I came. I need to talk to her and this is the only way. The proximity to her frigid bones and the gift of flowers will close the gap between us for a moment, and in that brief window of time I will feel her love again.

"hey!" I utter as I place the flowers over her tombstone.

"I brought you roses, pink ones. Isn't these your favorite?" I chuckles as I continue to talk as if she was in front of me, breathing.

-FLASHBACK-

(3 years ago)

"Hey! Let's go! We need to come quick hermana, mama and papa would be joining us for dinner. We don't have much time to roamed around" I hissed as I saw her talking over the flower outside of a Pastry Shop.

"These flowers that grow where I dwell, these tenacious blossoms of the town streets, born to take whatever comes their way and make beauty of it, I admire them. It is as if they call for some trees to accompany them, to make the streets brighter, to refresh the air that we breathe. There are times I feel that they are nature's graffiti, that chaotic rebellious element cheering us on." She speaks loudly

"Really? Managing to be poetic at this point of time?" I sarcastically asked while putting the sweets we bought in the car

"hush down brother, mama and papa would be quite late due to weather. So don't worry" she giggles and go straight towards the car.

"You two! What took you so long! I'm bored here you know?" Gray murmurs as we both reach our seats

"Lycko was fantasizing flowers again" I stated and started to drive, focusing my attention to the road.

"Do you want me to send you flowers? What is your favorite? Daffodils? Dahlias? Tulips? Sunflower?" Gray said with a teasing voice

"Really? How can you be my brother? Seriously? You are our twin brother yet you don't know my favorite! Unbelievable" She hissed with irritation and rolled her eyes

"Just kidding! I know it's pink roses. I'm just messing up with you" Gray convincingly utters.

It's only a matter of time with teasing and laughing until we arrive to our home.

Sol y Luna

The flowers lie on the table, their once beautiful petals curling at the edges from the summer heat, already their stalks are limp and she pick them up, their heads fall with gravity towards the table.

"Holy Crap!" she inwardly cursed. "maids should have put them in the vase the minute they picked it from my garden." She sadly stated

"it's nonsense, called Jeffrey to put 'em on the vases" Gray utter as he rang the bell calling his butler.