The Unmatched Matchmaker

Chapter 7: The Girl List Part 2

Ryder and I visisted girl after girl after girl. Each othem had a unique personally, and each of them welcomed me with a smile. I was slowly able to piece together the kind of girl Ryder wants after each and every person we visited. Her picture was so perfect in my mind, so familiar now that I can practically touch her.

Now, Ryder and I were on our way to the last and final girl we were suppose to visit. The last person standing in my way of getting to the one thing I'm craving now after hoirs of being out and about. Sleep.

Ryder and I continued walking down the street, which was getting darker and darker, despite the fact that the sun is about to shine through the blanket of darkness.

I saw a cemetary fast approaching us and I instantly felt my hand desperately clutch Ryder's forearm.

"Oh, God. This is it. I'm going to die. I'm going to doe in the hands of this stupid prankster. A prankster who happens to be the twin brother of one of my best friends. Oh, dear Lord! The irony!" I dramatisaized as Ryder and I continued walking.

Ryder chuckled as he walked through the black iron wrought gates of the cemetary. He nodded at the ground's keeper, who was currently sweeping the leaf-cluttered ground, and continued walking.

"So you come here often." I said to Ryder.

"Yeah." He replied.

"Why?"

"You'll see. Now, walk faster O'Conner. The sun moght rise up before we get there."

I simply rolled my eyes but tried to even out my pace with Ryder, which, by the way, is actually kinda difficult seeing as his legs are far more superior than mine.

He conrinued walking until he stopped right infront of a large headstone. Etched on the stone was,

Here Lies Kristianne Greene.
A Beloved Friend, Sister, Wife and Mother.
May She Continue Walking With The Stars

I refrained myself from gasping. Instead, I stared at Ryder, his face held a soft smile, as though he was relieving a very fond memory. His eyes were brimming with unshed tears as he stared at his Mother's grave.

"I'm not surprised you don't know. Kristen and I..."He hesitated, not knowing what to say. It took him a moment or two to find the word but he continued speaking. "We don't really like talking about it. We were only 8 when she died. Too young to be pulled away from the blanket of warmth and love known as our Mom. Kristen barely remembers her, but I remember everything about her. Her smile, her eyes, the way she throws her head back whenever she laughs. I always remembered the way our house always smelled like cookies whenever Kristen and I walked in after school. She would greet us with a smile, offer us her cookies and sits down with us whenever we started to do our homework."

I looked back down on the tombstone. Decoarating its base were boquets of flowers, some fresh, some already beginning to wilt. The tombstone was clean of grime and dirt, being one of the most well-kept and well-loved tombstones that I have seen so far.

"How did she..." I trailed off awkwardly.

"Die?" Ryder asked with a slight chuckle, clearly feeling my discomfort.

I simply nodded ny head.

Ryder sighed and said. "She died because of my Dad."

I furrowed my eyebrows. How did she died because of Ryder's father?

"They were driving one day." He further continued. "They were in the middle of this massive arguement about me. They were on their way to pick me up from school because one of my classmates lunged at me and beat the living bejeezus out of me. They were arguing with each other, telling each other what they should do with me.