Chapter 2
The cemetery was quiter this week. The wind blew my hair as I sat infront of the same grave. Same name. Same place.
When the wind blew my hair back it felt so familiar that I almost looked back. I stare at the lilies I brought. For her. She liked them. She loved them. Like how she loved me. It's been 10 years yet nothing felt as full of life as her.
As i thought, a certain person from a certain flower shop came into my mind. The milky brown hair. The big blue eyes. With a smile. Never too tired. Never too down.
I shake off the thoughts as I smile at the grave. It has become a routine rather than a n expression. She didn't like being alone. I didn't leave her alone.
I exited the cemetery walking to my car. As my driver starts the car. I couldn't help but notice how colourless the world has become after she left.
Did the birds stop singing? Or the sky stopped being blue? The river stopped mimicking the sky? Or the colourful flowers stopped blooming?
I was lost in the thought when we pass by that flower shop again. The lights were on.
She was there. Out of everything, she was the colour. I didn't know her name. I never asked. She talked to someone. Perhaps a customer. But she smiled. Like always. As if nothing could hurt her. As if she's the only flower that existed. In a world of lilies, she was a dahlia.
As the car leaves the shop behind I think to myseftThe way she smiled.
The way she talked like silence didn’t exist.
It felt… unfamiliar.
