Calypso sat at home, under the little lilac tree which was in bloom. There was a slight breeze, just enough for the pages of her book to flip all the way to the next chapter. After that happened for the third time, Calypso gave up on trying to read. It was too distracting. There were so many things happening outside the world of her book. Birds chirping, the late August sun on her back, and Ravi playing with her hair. Last month was her birthday and she was wearing the flower crown that Ravi had made and given to her. Ravi sat with her, weaving her hair into an intricate braid. Calypso placed her hand over his, their new shiny gold rings made a slight metallic clink. (She'd said yes. But they were going to wait until they were 23.Even though he argued otherwise, Ravi's ring was a mere fashion statement) Everything was calm, and life was good. Later that afternoon, while the sun was setting in shades of pink and tangerine, Calypso, Ravi, and Alex took a trip down to the cemetery. Calypso walked up to one of the marble headstones and plopped down in front of it. She placed her flower crown made of wildflowers on it. Calypso read the inscription on the gravemarker:
Astoria Masterson
1995-2013
The next words Calypso sang quietly as she read them, knowing the song by heart.
"I know the world's a broken bone,
But melt your headaches, call it home."
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Too Close
Ficção Geral"Carry on, let the good times roll Sail along, let your path unfold It won't be long, won't be long, won't be long You know it's gonna get better, you know it's gonna get better" 1st draft written by me, edited by @HannahKayMusic :)
