I stood amidst the peaceful landscape of Green-Wood Cemetery, surrounded by the majestic trees and the meticulously manicured lawns. But despite the tranquility around me, my thoughts were screaming in my head, drowning out any sense of peace. I wanted to cry out, to let out the emotions that were building up inside me, but I felt numb, as if my heart had been shrouded in a thick, heavy mist. Being at the cemetery at this hour was eerie, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease creeping up on me.
Yet, despite the eeriness of the surroundings, there was a strange beauty to the cemetery's peacefulness. The quiet stillness of the air, broken only by the occasional bird song or the gentle rustle of leaves, was almost soothing. It was my grandparents' death anniversary today, a date that had always filled me with a mix of sadness and nostalgia. As I looked down at their grave, I found myself muttering under my breath: "Since you two are gone, the rules have gone too, haven't they?"
I couldn't help but wonder what rules I was breaking by being at the cemetery in the middle of the night. Perhaps it was the rules of propriety, the ones that dictated that a young girl like me should be safe at home, not wandering through a graveyard at such an hour. But since when had I ever followed the rules, anyway? Ever since my brother had been broken, my mother had stopped talking, and my father had turned to drink, it seemed as if the rules had become all too easy to disregard. A sudden gust of wind blew through the cemetery, rustling the leaves on the trees and causing a shiver to run down my spine. I looked up at the sky, taking in the twinkling stars and the half-moon that hung low in the sky. The night was beautiful, in its own strange way, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of melancholy wash over me. I wondered what my grandparents would think if they could see me now, standing here at their grave in the midst of the night . Would they be upset that I was breaking the rules, or would they understand the turmoil that was driving me to seek solace in this unconventional place?
I could sense my phone buzzing in my brand new Hermes bag, the vibration sending a shiver through the expensive leather material. It was my father calling, breaking his two-year silence in the harshest way possible. My father, who had recently found freedom with some power from his mafia kingdom and thought that gave him the right to act as if nothing mattered anymore. Against my better judgment, I picked up the phone and pressed it to my ear.
"My lovely daughter it's been years since you contacted , have you forgot about our own family" i can feel in his voice that he is drunk . he's not being genuine. So i am
" I am all good dad, I think today's newspaper headline left you in a deep shock" I am proud of my achievements and i like to brag about it specifically to someone who won't believe in my strengths
" Oh about that,I am so proud of you,dear. So when you coming home, we are missing you, its been 2 years , isn't? "
"I will," I responded firmly, voice strong and determined." I have to take control over things , everything so messed up, isn't it ?" add fuel to fire when you are cold and shivering.
"Come home and take control" he abruptly cut the call short.
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