he whistled as he trotted along the path adorned with clean cut grass and some flowers that decided to grow there randomly. with hands jammed in his hoodie pocket, he took it out and blew on it and rubbed it together. the friction of his palms in contact with each other produces the heat that was currently not in attendance today.
he stopped on his tracks as he noticed her standing in front of the tombstone of her father. she was immobile and the scene would pass as an image if only her dress wasn't flowing, following the direction of the wind.
he stood there and cocked his head to the side as his eyebrows furrowed creating a straight line along his forehead. he decided to approach her and when he stood beside her, she didn't even acknowledge his presence.
his gaze drifted to where she is intently looking and his frown deepened when he saw two tombstones and two names carved on it.
and like thunder it stroke him.
the rope she was clutching on decided to break and let her down.
