𝙃𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙊𝙧 𝙃𝙞𝙜𝙝 𝙒𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧 / Karter's POV

"All ready" she smiles innocently as she begins walking along, pulling me with her.

It's a nice day, sun shining down on our backs, bright blue sky coating the space above us. Almost makes me wish I hadn't spent the past week hiding like a coward.

My long strides were big compared to her small steps. And before we know it we're at her resting place. An open field with rows of headstones marking a fallen soul.

Theres hundreds of them, grave after grave. It's never ending.

"Help me pick some for Mum, Crate" she smiles as she bends down and starts to pluck the wildflowers from their roots.

"Alright" I sigh, kneeling to her side and grabbing handfuls if whatever I could find. Honeycomb heads, Penstemons, blue bonnets, and Boykinias were spread across the ground bringing a vibrance to the landscape.

It was a nice resting place for mum."

⛧°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。°⛧ ⛧°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。°⛧

𝖧𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗂𝖿 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽. 𝖨𝖿 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖾𝖽. 𝖨𝖿 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝖽, 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗏𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗈𝗋. 𝖮𝗋 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾?

- Novella to the Weeping Willow