The pale-skinned female looked at the rough-surfaced gray rock as the wind whirled around her. Her long dirty blonde hair pulled into a ponytail danced along with the wind as her dull blue eyes glimmered in sadness. Her dark blue hoodie and her navy pants waved along with the wind.
"BECAUSE NO ONE CARES ABOUT ME!"
The boy screamed as his hot tears threatened to escape from his eyes. The pale-skinned girl screamed back,
"I do, Ash! I don't want you to go! You are only one that I only have!"
Ash shook his head,
"Y-you are lying!"
"I am not lying, t-trust me, Ash!"
Ash glared at the girl, snarled,
"Why must I trust you, Abhaya? You got your family. You got your friends. I have nothing!"
"Ash..."
"..I lost them. Ash, they hated me. Trust me, they left me out. Even they distrusted me too. I don't believe that. I did nothing bad to them..." She sighed after she spoke as she was standing front of the rock.
The words scribbled out, "ASH DAMON SMITH".
The girl sighed as she placed the pastel pink with pastel orange flower; the buttercup, beside the grave then spoke for last time,
"I love you, bro, I'll see ya soon. Farewell, bro."
As the girl walked away, the flower slumped a bit as its color drained slowly. While the girl walking away in the background, it blurs as the focus was focusing on the grave with the buttercup. The girl from a background fades away into black as nothing. The grave with a buttercup stayed in void then it fades away.
"Because no one cares about me!"
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