Back to reality, her eyelids had fallen again and would not bother to rise. Something had changed, her barely warm actions had been replaced with a cold look towards the name. She licked her wet lips with her tongue, ignoring how the rain started to fall more fiercely. Without giving it a second thought, her whole body turned ninety degrees, avoiding looking at the spot where she should've been standing 2 years ago, crying and desperately seeking comfort after the passing of her 'beloved' mother.
With no kind of respect, she instinctively avoided the stone and moved on, analyzing how the mud struggled to absorb any more water, creating small lakes which she realized she would have to avoid when coming back, if she ever did.
Finally, the trip is coming to an end, she thought to herself, as she arrived at the last stone. Similar to the previous one but smaller and thinner, with rounded ends, missing that characteristic feature every other had. Unlike the other two, the name carved was in a different font and the dates appeared to be smaller. She kneeled down, heedless of the various kinds of poisonous plants, waiting to attack. Crouched, she stretched her right arm and used her hand to grab these plants by the roots and, lacking emotion, pulled them out. Standing back up, she sighed, as she knew exactly whose tomb she had made her way to.
The story of Harley Cooper.
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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...
