Dolly's knees are resting on the graveyard grass, one hand on her face, other on Alex's gravestone.
Tears drip down her face, and land on the dirt above Alex's final resting place.
Alex stands there for a moment, before bending down, and wrapping her arms around Dolly.
"I miss you." Alex says.
"Alex Marie Andrea Stuart," Dolly says, her voice cracked and weak. "You were the greatest friend. I owe you so much. I owe you everything. You saved me so many times," Dolly can't go on for a moment- she collects herself.
"Why couldn't I save you?" Dolly says, her sobs getting louder and louder.
"Dolly, there was nothing you could do. I was so far gone at that point; nothing, not even you, could've brought me back."
"I could've helped you," Dolly says. Alex holds Dolly tighter. Dolly doesn't feel anything.
Headlights wash over them. Dolly's mom comes to stop behind Dolly's car.
Alex gives Dolly a kiss on the forehead.
"Can I move on now?" She yells into the dark night; no one, not even the other ghosts hear her. "I don't want to be here anymore! There is nothing left for me. Nothing is keeping me here!" Alex screams. She tries not to break into tears. She turns to see Dolly and her mother holding each other close.
"My mom, my dad, my cousin," she says, "they visited me. I've forgave them, they forgave me. I want to move on! God? Hey, God?"
She sees Floyd running up the hill. "Is Dolly still here?" He says. Alex turns to face Dolly and her mom. Floyd runs over to Dolly.
"Why are they crying?" He asks Alex.
"I think they've forgiven me, I think they've moved on. Why can't I?"
Alex descends down the hill. Floyd stands looking at Dolly, mesmerized.
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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.•
