The aged woman knelt down in front of a grave, knees cracking in the process. Beside her sat her lovely teenage granddaughter, Petria Atkins, holding a bouquet of ivory roses. Although Petria didn't know much of her grandfather she had still agreed to visit him. But she hadn't known that she would only be visiting his grave.
"Grandmother Darcella?" Asked Petria, her green eyes gazed up at her grandmother.
Darcella peered down at her pale, freckled granddaughter with her deep brown eyes.
"What was grandfather like?" Asked Petria.
Darcella sighed and wrapped her arm around Petria, she longed for his touch even though she knew that she was never going to get it back.
"He was the tough" Darcella explained "and very short tempered."
"Sounds awful" says Petria
Darcella chuckled "not quiet" she says "on the inside, he was the most delicate human being."
"Oh."
"He sang to me every night" says Darcella, looking at the sky. Tears formed in her eyes and threatened to spill "his voice was soothing, he sang like an angel."
"He sounds romantic" says Petria and smiles, showing her straight teeth.
"Let me tell you a story" Darcella says "I'm sure your grandfather would like to hear it too." She peered down at the grave.
"What story?" Asked Petria, eager to hear more.
"The story of Darcella and Harry."
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Lose (Harry Styles)
Fanfic"If you love someone so much, My dear, don't lose them like I did."
