You.

Visiting.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asks me for the millionth time and I nod for the millionth time.

"It's been eleven years. I might as well see her." I shrug as we get out of the car. The sight of the other headstones makes me grip the bouquet of roses harder. I go back to the day of her funeral. It was long and sad. I just remember the police chiefs words echoing in my head, "Your mother's dead", and it still comes back to me sometimes.

I strain to remember where she is but I eventually find it and sigh. Pony rubs my back as I stare at the only thing left of my mom. A faded, old headstone with words that you can't even read anymore. I carefully place the flowers down and sit in front of the sad little stone.

"Long time no see.." I mumble as I wipe some dirt off the words that I can still read. We kinda sit there in silence, neither of us knowing what to say. Whenever something happened in my family we always shut each other out so now I always have that impulse but I know I can't.

"She loved you and Dylan so much.." Pony whispers and I nod.

"I know." I whisper back as I run my hand through my hair.

"Alright." I say as I stand up and he stares at me.

"What?" He questions.

"I'm ready to go." I explain and he looks at me like I'm crazy.

"That's it? Your mom died eleven years ago and that's all you have to say?" He asks.

"What do you want me to say?" I ask as I cross my arms over my chest.

"Oh I don't know. Maybe how you miss her or how you forgive her for everything and that you love her." He lists like I'm a child.

"Who's she? She's dead. Do you think she's gonna hear me?" I ask and he rolls his eyes.

"No. Lets go I guess." He mutters.

"Do you think she's gonna hear me?" I repeat and he just shrugs.

"I don't know." He admits.

"Why? Why would you say that she can hear me?" I continue to interrogate him.

"I don't know. Maybe it's just easier to think that they can." He explains and I glance at the headstone.

"I'm sorry. This is the way I deal with stuff. I'm sorry. I'm a terrible girlfriend." I tell him but he hugs me.

"No you're not. You're a great girlfriend." He comforts but I don't believe him.

"I just forget that we believe in different things." I admit as he kisses the top of my head and I sigh.

"It's been eleven years.." I mumble and he nods. I glance at the headstone one last time before I grab his hand.

"Let's go."

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