10 - I Won't Forget
I Won’t Forget – Final Insert
They were beautiful. Freshly picked, snipped neatly at the stems and bunched together in a most spectacular bouquet. Tied together with a jet black little bow, a color that so complimented their startling, velvety white petals.
Placed lovingly upon the small dirt mound, laying silently before the small wooden cross that cast a shadow over them.
The still figure stood, watching over the grave with unwavering, stained red eyes, his hands neatly tucked into his pockets, the only movement being that of his scarf and tailcoat whooping about in the wind.
His eyes narrowed lightly at the beautiful bunch of