Hey, this story is gonna start of a liitle depressing, a little gothic, a little emo.
Raindrops fell through my long, black, hair and started to run down my face, dripping slowly onto the concrete floor. I knelt down when i got to the spot i was looking for, and turned my face to my younger brother, before turning back to the stone, and blowing dust out of the dents from where the name had been carved into the granite block.
Elena Lee Rush.
I felt tears start to sting my eyes, and walked to the edge of the cemetary, stopping in front of a near by rose bush. With some force, i picked off a single red rose. I felt one of the thorns pierce the skin of my thumb.
I trudged back to where my brother was kneeling down with his fingers laced over the top of my grandmothers gravestone. I dug a tiny bit of dirt up, and placed the flower laying on the moist mud, covering the end with the dirt i had just removed.
I saw my brother sniff and tears well up in his eyes. He quickly wiped his eye with the bottom of his palm, and wiped his hand on his navy blue Anthrax shirt.
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Rough Roses (The Vision Of An Old Memory)
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