Raindrops would struggle to slide over her frayed, black cap, unable to absorb any light, as the sun didn't even dare to show itself. The warmth of her bright red, strawberry flavored lips had vanished completely the second she took the first step. Unfortunately, her hearing was sharp enough to notice how the excessive amount of whooshing trees surrounding her path, gossiped and whispered what she feared to hear.
Crestfallen, all she could see was how the end of her thin, black coat dangled near identical sneakers covered in dust. She could feel how her brown, split ends danced in the company of the wind's hostility which she was forced to bare, staring still, at the unequal pathway time had forged for her and those who wish to visit the land of the dead.
Every step she took felt heavier, as if some kind of force had forbidden her to enter, to remember. An unfamiliar, threatening voice came wondering from time to time as it whispered her most deepest secrets, hindering her journey. Although the battle was difficult to win, and the voice difficult to silence, she coldly stopped two steps away the first tomb.
Finally, raising her head, she forced her swollen, half-opened eyes to focus on the carved name. The tomb's stone gray color had been replaced by several plants' dark green, which she assumed had grown from the stone years ago. The down looking leaves, staring at the mud, covered the small cracks on it, revealing only what she laid her eyes on, Aiden Cooper. And the first nightmare began.
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a walk through memories
Short StoryHailey Cooper's past remains a mystery even as she revisits memories of those responsible for her actions, one by one. She is troubled but determined to pay one last visit to those who ever did her wrong, having accepted some time ago that even if s...
