gone so long.” I could already feel a lump forming in my throat. It had already been a few months since our last reaver fight, but the crushing feeling I felt didn’t feel any less painful than the day she died.
can. But I need to move on.” I wiped off my hands and put on my gloves and headgear before standing back up. I took a few steps away from the grave but I stopped and turned around, staring at the flower that now guarded Sophie.
“I’ve got something for you, you’ll never guess what I found.” I My attention was unzipped brought back to reality my backpack with another crackle of and pulled thunder as the sound out a black box. I gently echoed throughout the city. put it on the ground before I began to undo the latches that kept the box together.
“You’re my flower too, Sophie.” And with that I turned around and began walking back into the eye of the storm.
“This is why I was gone for so long; ‘went all the way to Mississippi for it.” I lifted the box cover to reveal a purple buttercup flower, gently nestled in fertile soil. I scooped a little bit of dirt out of the top of the grave and gently began to transfer the flower. “Don’t worry, I’ve been stopping frequently so it can get some sunlight. Wouldn’t have done much good to stop today though; kinda bad weather.” I let out an empty laugh. But quickly, my laugh turned into heaving sobs as the tears began streaming down my face. I tried to find some comfort in smoothing out the soil around the flower I had planted, but it was hard for my hand to feel anything underneath my thick gloves. I took off my gloves and placed my hand on the mound of dirt in front of me, sitting in silence. “I can’t stay here. I think you’d understand that.” The wind picked up for a moment as the storm finally began to die down, slowly revealing a dark, starry sky. “Don’t worry, I’ll stop by and visit when I
Jesuit High School Literary Arts Journal Spring 2017 | Volume 1 | No.1