she hated herself for being so deep. everything she felt had a meaning behind it. of course she felt closed in. that's why she's gone to the cemetery every morning ever since she'd confirmed that whatever it was that she was feeling, would be a routine. a normal thing, familiar feeling.
the numerous tombstones that lined the grass felt endless. it almost scared cara how many dead people surrounded her but she never felt claustrophobic because if it seemed perpetual, surely it was spacious.
"what do you write in that notebook?"
cara felt a wave of nervousness roll on her.
she feared he'd ask her to read an excerpt. or would he really ask something like that? she was so sure he hadn't seen her notebook but she gave in anyways.
"whatever comes to mind."
"what were you writing about when i came over to you?"
"this man." she motioned to the gravestone that was behind him. she read his name in her head because she really did like it. charles goodman.
"you knew him?"
"oh no!" she shouted, a little too loudly. "no definitely not."
"then why'd you write about him?"
"i liked his name. it inspired me to write about qualities a good man should have."
he leaned back on the tombstone he was sitting by. she'd written about her, the one he was laying on. her name was tammy baker. cara knew a girl named tammy from when she was younger so she wrote about memories she had with young tammy.
"you know, you're not like most girls." harry explains. "girls i know like shopping and partying and being around loads of people."
"i mean, i'm not your average girl. you know, in case you haven't noticed. cemetery. deep, depressing responses. and extremely dark clothes."
"i haven't even noticed."
"noticed that i'm a dark person or the clothes?"
"both are pretty noticeable."
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Hollow | h.e.s
Fanfiction❝her hobbies included frequently spending time at a cemetery and wondering what it was like to live forever down there.❞
