The Forgotten Girls

Willow - never forget

"True friendship is like a rose: we don't realize its beauty until it fades"

                                        - Evelyn Loeb       

She felt the grass crunch beneath her converse. As she neared her friend, she walked slower. Someone was there, laying flowers onto the ground before the stone. When she got close enough she saw that it was Marcus, her best friend's brother.

        "Hey, Will." He glanced her way before turnning back towards his sister's grave. Willow sat down next to where he kneeled. She put her single white rose down next to Marcus's. They sat for a while, before she decided to speak up. 

        "I opened the letters yesterday. I mean, I only read one, but..." He turned to look at her. He knew that his sister, Annabelle, left a letter for everyone before she died. But to her best friend, she left many. Each was dated and were like a diary, each containing her deepest thought.

        At first it hurt to know that she was the only one to get more. But then Marcus realized that he was just pining for a way to keep Belle alive.

        After he came to terms with it, he was grateful he didn't have the extra letters. He didn't think he could bear the weight of knowing what she was thinking while she killed herself.

        Will's eyes were full of unshed tears that would never fall. She never allowed herself to cry infront of others. Marcus silently put his hand over her's. He knew it hurt to read Belle's words, even if they weren't sad. He knew that the letter in itself was like a fire in your hand.

        Knowing that she started writing those letters weeks before she did the act. Knowing she wanted to hurt herself when they were all ignorant of it.

        Will squeezed his hand as they sat, watching the grave of the one they would never forget.