She swerves through the graveyard, the gravel spitting against the side of her car. She doesn't know where she is going, but she knows why.
She will never, never get over Alex's death. Alex was so kind. Alex helped her through everything; when she lost her virginity, when her first boyfriend broke up with her, when her father died. Alex was always a listening ear. Dolly cannot move on. She can't move on because she can't do anything for Alex. Alex did so much for her. Why didn't Alex come to her? Dolly wishes she could ask her. Dolly slams on her breaks and does a U-turn in the empty country road.
Crinkled red roses sit to the left of Alex's grave stone. Dolly sits down, touches the soft earth her best friend rests under, and cries.
"Why-" She chokes out, "why didn't you let me help you."
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Floyd Charles Van Horn III
ParanormalThe struggle of leaving things in the past and moving on told by one alive and three dead people. •this story an get a little graphic; it's a story using death as a platform, after all.•
