My hair flowed through the foggy air as I sat on the hill behind the graveyard. Our little wooden house stood on stop of it, looking over the land.
There were very few people visiting the graves today. Standing over their loved ones graves, crying, talking, taking it in. I saw this everyday.
I used to do the same for my mother. But at this point, I've gotten kind of over the whole 'depressed over my dead mommy' thing.
I mean- don't get me wrong. I miss Rachel. I think about her everyday, but, it's been so long, I've just lost the sorrow.
||Graveyard Boy, a Lams AU||
thoughts?