She unconsciously regretted pulling her hand out of the pocket of her cotton coat. Raising it to level and rubbing her left hand. Gently moving her fingertips over a scar which had not only cut her skin, but her life in half.
Faking the fear to disrespect her brother's 'innocent and tragic death', she slowly lifted her eyelids, allowing the only sun ray that had managed to reach the ground bring the overlapping ocean waves in her iris back to life, just to close them shut again, building an imagery, but very vivid, memory barrier between herself and her past.
Hiding a grin, she turned her head and reacted the same way her brother had dared to 3 years ago. In a matter of seconds she had leisurely ordered her feet to make their way past a bunch of tulips, surrounding the stone, to which she had revealed one of her deepest secrets to.
Leaving aside the discomfort and sorrow, she took her other rigid hand out of the pocket and at once, dropped a dim grey hood over the top of her soaked cap, still sitting on her sodden head. She proceeded to pop her hands, covered in rain drops, back where they should be, safe and sound in her pockets. Just as she should've been. Which brought her to the second stone.
A stubborn, black color covered every noticeable detail one step away from it. Nothing stood out, not a name or a date. As she expected, no one had bothered to wipe the dust off it, she didn't blame them though, she wouldn't have either. That woman was nothing but an exiled devil from hell. Moving her right hand to her old-fashioned trousers' back pocket, she revealed a wipe hanging on its edge. After seconds of scrubbing, a woman's name could be seen.
Mary Cooper.
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a walk through memories
NouvellesHailey 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...
