Nobody can ever be truly trusted. As much as one would want to place all trust into their closest companion, deep inside they know it's only going to backfire. It's human nature to betray those dear to us in an act of self preservation.
No one knew...
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Stood in a graveyard, was a young girl, dressed in all black with nothing but flowers resting in her arms. She slowly made her way past all the trapped souls until she reached that gravestone. A myriad of emotions consumed her but she pushed them back, forcing herself to maintain that facade she had created after it happened, she had to keep it up or she'd lose herself entirely. Crouching down slightly, she revealed some scissors from her pocket and began making a slit on the plastic that bound the flowers she'd brought.
Cutting each flower to the certain length she needed, she placed each stem in the hole of the flower pot, swallowing the lump that formed in her throat. When she finished, she scrunched the rubbish in her hands and pulled herself off the ground, walking towards the bin that was a few steps beside her. Returning to the grave stone, she was very much aware of the eyes trailing her every move. She wouldn't let him ruin this moment, she needed to do this, it had been a while since she visited.
Her eyes flickered across the name, biting her lip as she felt the wind pick up slightly, blowing her hair in front of her eyes. Coldness nipped at her skin but she paid it no attention, too consumed in her thoughts. Questions racked her brain as she stared helplessly at the stone, questions that had haunted her ever since it happened, was she proud of who she'd become, is this the life she wanted for her daughter? Raina's mother had often told her she'd go on to do great things, is this what she meant, was this the life she was destined to live?
