The Synonyms of Melancholy [In Editing Process]

Gravestones

It wasn't a very long drive from her house to the graveyard; it was basically around the corner, but the thing is that the entrance is like 10 minutes away and you needed to take very confusing roads to get there, must of the time those roads were right next to the walls of the cemetery which was on a big hill. So during those ten minutes you could see an infinity of gravestones of different sizes and forms. You could see mourning people dressed in black hoping rain would wash their pain away. Hoping time could heal the open wounds.

Jason preferred to focus in the road than depressing thoughts, but Helena didn't mind the sorrow that place projected, she embraced it. It made her feel like it was completely normal to feel the way she did.

A few moments later they were at the entrance of the cemetery were there was a big rusty metal sign that said "May our mortal souls be forgiven". There were a couple of people entering the cemetery in tears none of them could Jason or Helena recognize.

Without a single word they stepped out of the car. Helena was wearing a black hoodie, black jeans and black converse and her hair pulled into a messy bun. Jason was wearing a dark gray coat with black jeans and black converse with really messy hair.

They were looking down trying to avoid eye contact with the names and stories from the gravestones. But Helena tripped over an Oak's root, hitting her knee and arm.

"Are you okay?" - Asked Jason

"...yes i'm fine it just hurts like hell. Let me sit down for a bit."

Helena sat down on a concrete bench and rolled up her sleeve to see the damage. You couldn't see much since it had happened less than two minutes ago but from the pain she felt every time she touched it she knew it was going to become a really big bruise.

A young woman in a black skirt, blue top and black vest that couldn't be older than 18 approached them with some white flowers.

"Excuse me if you could not sit on my father's gravestone i would appreciate it"

Helena jerked up still in some level of pain while Jason laughed hysterically at the situation..

"I-I'm so sorry it's just that i fell and"- She sighed heavily-"i'm sorry miss. Anne Raider? "She read the name tag on her vest that clearly belonged to the best coffee shop in town Black Grains.

"Wait aren't you David's sister? and wasn't your father... oh..."- Said Jason.

"Uhm yeah... lung cancer..."

"I'm so sorry"

"No it's okay, it's been a while since he died so it's fine."- There was a long pause of awkwardness.

"Sooo... uhm, I've already left the flowers so i should probably leave."

"Oh yeah besides we have something else to do"- Anne walked towards Jason, scanned him from top to bottom and with a hand on his shoulder she whispered.

"I know you are innocent, because cute people are always innocent"- She slid her finger almost all the way down his spine and walked away.