The Graveyard

I tried to focus on what the preacher was saying, with no avail. Instead my eyes were fixated on the grave that was next to me and the green eyed monster who stood next to it. His black hair was ruffled, as though he had just woken up, his muscles contracting every time he traced his fingers on the writing that was on the tombstone. His white t shirt showed off the black ink on his skin and i wondered what else was hidden underneath it

I gazed at the grave, where his eyes were fixated. It read;

Repeilla Monroe
A beloved friend and daughter. You will be greatly missed.
29/07/94 to 10/10/12

Maybe she was his girlfriend, or little sister.

" What are you looking at! " he snapped, catching the attention of the priest who looked terrified to the bone, and the red eyed funeral guests.

I quickly turned my gaze back to the preacher, an embarrassed blush creeping onto my crimson cheeks, realising that I had been caught staring.

It was only after the crowd had started paying attention to the priest, that I turned my attention back to the grave, but the guy was gone.