cemetery ☞ n.m

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she woke up, screaming.

looking around and noticing her surroundings, she silenced herself. hoping that no one heard her unnecessary screeching. she glanced over to the tombstone in which she had rested her head on previously, sighing to herself.

running her fingers through her hair, she pulled her sleeve off her wrist and looked at the time displayed on her wrist watch; 3:09 a.m.

she has barely even been spending time in her own home anymore. she was always at the cemetery, staring at his name that was engraved onto the tombstone. and wishing it was never there.

"are you okay?"

the familiar voice startled her, and she jumped for a second before realizing who it was. the same boy that was staring at her the last time he found her. she wondered what he would be doing at a cemetery at this time of day, but she was there, too.

even without knowing him, she didn't feel the need to be afraid of him. she felt that he could be there for the same exact reason as she, and that maybe he could protect her and tell her that everything would be okay. even though she knew it wasn't.

"i'm fine."

"you're not fine," he says, walking over to her and sitting next to her whilst examining the tombstone she sat in front of. "don't lie to me."

"well i'm not necessarily keen on telling strangers my problems, so if you'll excuse me-"

"-samuel wilkinson." he says, adjusting himself on the dead grass in which they sat. "so that's the lucky guy."

she licks her lips, nodding slowly and staring back at it. she never thought sammy was lucky, especially if he had her - a girl with anxiety problems and a broken family. yet, she never knew why he stayed.

"i usually just call him sammy."

nate nods, sighing, and looking back into the hazel brown eyes of the girl he thought was beautiful. he smiles, something he hadn't done in a while.

and she smiled back.