| Short Stories |

| "Sad yet Resting Silence" |

( Rewritten Version )

It was a cloudy day as the dried and grey landscape was barely lit up by the semi-dark clouds, but not sitting too far was a woman sitting on a bench, whose head was lowered as she leaned over to stare at the small puddle she created with her tears of despair. There was nothing interesting for the woman to see as tears began to slowly form in her eyes. Nothing but death rot the world she was born in, The abandoned and rotten world soon turning into dust of harm and past memories as Death walked here many times.

The woman was wearing a black cloak around her, hiding what she was wearing as her long light grey hair hang from her shoulder, her dull blue eyes stared into her puddle of deaths until leaf rustles were heard near the Bench. 

The woman glanced over to the bench as she slowly got up and carefully walked over to the push, pushing one bush to the side to make an opening as the branch soon wilted, a small brown rabbit taking small hops to get out of the Bush. 

The woman stared at the rabbit her empty yet surprised expression saddened, knowing that its was the time she wasn't willing to be prepared for. She kneeled over the rabbit as she sighed sadly, pulling out her black hand and hovered it over the rabbits head. She smiled sadly to rabbit as it glanced up to the woman, the rabbit staring up at her as if they knew what was going to happen and accepted it. 

The woman sighed as the rabbit fur was soon softly stroked by her hand, the rabbit closed its dark brown eyes as its head was about to hit the ground as it took its final breath but the woman caught it as a reflex. She soon lowered her head as the faded brown fur the rabbit had was slowly turning into a dark monotone grey, tears forming in her eyes but used both of her hands to pick the rabbits corpse, hugging it close as she began to walk down her own personal path. 

As she walked, patches of green grass soon but slowly died behind her trail as they joined with the rest of the light grey grass, The woman paused as she spotted a small wood cabin but continued forth as she walked by the side of it. She soon walked to what looks like a cemetery, where it was behind the cabin as cross like tombstones stood almost as tall as the woman herself. 

She walked past the many tombstones of those she had to bury until she approached a Willow tree, yet purple lavender petals and bright green leaves fell softly around the air as the flowers continued to bloom and fly away eternally. It was a simple yet everlasting complicated gift she received but a close yet distance friend. The woman smiled at the gifted tree until she noticed the grave she dug days prior, a small coffin perfect for the rabbits size. She gently kneeled down and set the rabbit inside the coffin, letting some lavender petals rest inside the coffin until she hesitantly closed and nailed it shut with a dark force. She soon grabbed the shovel next to the grave and buried the coffin, patting the dirt as she finished the hard work. She set the shovel gently to the ground as she then bowed softly to the tree, thanking it before heading back to where she last sat. 

She reached the bench again and sat exactly where she sat last, leaning forward as she set her forearms onto her lap, tears forming in her eyes as she thought of the victim and friend she had to take life and pain away.

She thought of the rabbit all day, not moving a muscle until she heard a rustle in the bushes.