𝐖𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘, 𝖺 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝖻𝗎𝗆

(6) when the night is over

The sun was setting, casting the compound in a warm golden glow.

Most people were winding down, enjoying the comfort of their beds. But not Bea, no. She was getting ready to go somewhere.

She walked through the mostly-empty halls, a familiar path. Her feet carried her towards the graveyard. It was already quite dark, but the moon was out to light her way.

The gravel under her feet shifted with each step, a steady crunch-step, crunch-step. The graveyard was almost in sight now, and her heart was beginning to beat faster.

As she entered the graveyard, she walked past the rows and rows of graves.

But her focus was on one in particular. The one with Prim's name on it. Her feet stopped in front of the gravestone, her hands trembling slightly.

She knelt down on the grass, her knees sinking into the soft earth. It was quiet and dark, the only sounds coming from the crickets and the occasional breeze.

Her hand reached out, tracing the carved name on the tombstone, her fingertips brushing over the cold granite. "Hello, Prim. I'm here again." She whispered, her voice soft and shaky.

She took a deep breath, trying to steady the tears that threatened to spill over. That's right, no crying. She was here to talk, not to cry.

With a deep breath, she settled herself more comfortably on the grass, her hand still resting on the gravestone.

"I just wanted to tell you about my day. It wasn't great, but it wasn't awful either. The others were getting on my nerves as usual." She chuckled softly, her fingers tracing the carved name once more, as if they could somehow make Prim's soul appear.

"They think I'm insane," she continued, her voice growing slightly bitter. "They think I've gone crazy because I keep coming here, talking to a rock, they say. But they don't understand, do they? They don't understand why I need to come here."

Her eyes stung as a couple of tears escaped, but she quickly wiped them away with the back of her hand. "I miss you so much, Prim. I wish you were right here, right next to me, right now."

"I... I think I'm losing it," she confessed, her voice breaking slightly, "Everyone keep telling me to let go, to move on. They say I'm stuck in the past... but they don't get it. They don't get that without you... there is no future for me."

"I realized something recently," she murmured, "I've been so focused on fighting in missions that I forgot what it's like to love you."

The night air was cool, and a gentle breeze blew through the graveyard, causing some of the trees to rustle. The moon was bright, and the stars sparkled like diamonds in the vast night sky.

Bea could hear the night creatures begin to stir, the sounds of crickets chirping and the occasional hoot of an owl.

She looked up at the starry night sky, imagining that Prim's soul was up there somewhere, watching over her. "I'd go back in time and change something, but I can't."

"You know, Prim, you're surrounded by primrose."

She was quite for a long while, just sat there, her hand resting on the gravestone. It was peaceful in the graveyard, and there was a faint scent of flowers in the air.

She looked back at the gravestone and ran her fingers over it again. "It's ironic, really. You were named after this flower, and now they're growing all around you."

The night was quiet and peaceful, the silence interrupted only by the occasional sounds of crickets chirping and the gentle rustle of the breeze through the trees.