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DALILEH LAYS A lilac bouquet of flowers on the tombstone.
She looks at the pale blue bouquet that contrasts against the darker flowers; some wilting as death finally catches up with them. Dried petals have begun to drop onto his grave from flowers which have hoarded the tombstone for a week. Dalileh picks up the petals and the older bouquets of flowers placing them next her feet.
Today's different to other days with Dalileh deciding to visit him early in the morning; a heart ache haunting her from the nightmares. Sally had stayed during the night; drying the endless tears that covered her face and comforting the screams that would jolt her awake. Terror and guilt drove her to leave the house at sunrise, writing a note for Sally so she wouldn't age from worry. She'd already done so much for Dalileh, gratitude couldn't convey her thankfulness.
But, in that moment she focused on the tombstone in front of her. Then, "I miss you" she choked on her words with a whimper leaving her mouth. "I miss you so much and I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." The shattered glass that shielded her on a daily basis cracked ever so slightly as it brought her to her knees. It'd been half a week since she'd had horror-filled nighttimes.
Dirt digs underneath her nail beds from the rain that poured an hour ago; she'd watched from her window in a haze. Glancing at the tombstone once more she says, "You're the one that should be alive. Everyone thinks it. I'm the one that should be six feet under. I miss you, why'd you leave me? Why couldn't you hold on a little longer? I can't smile without you. Nothing's the same anymore. I'm sorry, I shouldn't be making you feel guilty like this..." Sighing, she finishes with "I'll see you tomorrow.. I love you." Her voice is strained from all the apologies that have stored themselves within her mind.
Standing, she holds the bouquets of flowers in her hands with the thorns of roses splitting through her skin. Dalileh only winces slightly and as she turns away blood begins to trail down the bouquet wrappings as well as the flower stems. She promptly leaves the cemetery; death in her hands and a new layer of glass shielding her from the emotions that nag her mind.
