KyutiHuni

One young woman walks through the graveyard every now and then. Though pain, sorrow and death should be within this being heart, it is not. She walks down the path leaving a single flower upon each grave she passes. Coming upon a certain grave that day, she see it was new. Not even that long ago did this person become buried and part of the world beyond. She blinks as she kneels before the blank grave. Gently putting the flowers aside she reach out her hand, her fingertips gently caressing the ice cold grave. Not soon after she touch it did tears fill her eyes. She gently removes her hand from the grave tomb, moving her flowers around unt