It was more than a dingy yard and less than a grave yard. There were fewer graves on substantial distances and a lot of tall shady trees through which moon could vaguely be seen glimmering. In the middle of the cemetery, someone had once buried dead bodies of the soldiers, all in one grave.
"Fionaaaaa
Hey girl, what are you doing. Just stop it. Just stop there!"
Some fade voices of familiar sound were there in Fiona's head as she was walking to the last corner of the cemetery. Her memory was so fresh that she could still, hear them.
Fiona shone her torch, and its beam showed her the grave, based in the last corner of the graveyard.
As she saw the grave. Fiona smiled and said loudly to the somber grave,
"There you are my honey bear. I missed you. You are pretty harmless now but I still remember how the warmth of your touch burns my skin. It does infuriates me, when I can't get you, but I won't cry."
Fiona was ripped a part from inside. She could feel a fire burning from within, her blood was cascading down her veins.
She took a deep breath and said again,
"I am fine and when great souls die, unutterable grief reduces like the silence of dark cold caves. You were great, my dear Smith!"
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A promise
RomansaFiona was a full of life. She always knew what she wanted. She find Smith, loved him happily. Her personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him too, that made some heightened sensitivity to the...
