Novel & Cerita Roses On A Grave

I ask, unsure whether or not I truly want to go in alone. “Just keep walking on the path. The will be the ones under a willow tree. The roses will have wilted by now, but the scent should still linger.” He answers, giving me a gentle smile. Taking a deep breath, I step past the gate and follow the path that Sky told me to stay on. Rows upon rows of graves pass me by as I continue walking, many of which have started to become over grown with weeds and vines. This place should have been a beautiful scenery as a final resting place for my family that have passed on, but now it has become a desolate and unwelcoming area.

Rose was also feeling cozy with him after all they are meeting after the time of interval. Rose stopped the car in front of the cemetery on hills. They got down from the car, Rose took out some bags from the trunk of the car and both walked towards her mother’s grave. Rose stopped in front of a grave at the corner of the graveyard and down on her knees. Alex noticed the picture and name of the grave, a beautiful woman’s picture resembles Rose’s face was hanging and ‘Eva Walton’ name engraved on it. Beside her mother’s grave, ‘Joe Walton’ engraved on the grave and pic of joe Walton was there.

The air was crisp, a sharp chill hanging in the autumn breeze as Seraphina stood in the clearing, her heart heavy. She could feel the weight of everything pressing down on her as she knelt beside the small grave, the mound of earth a reminder of the past she could never fully escape. The flowers in her hand — vibrant and delicate — trembled slightly, as if they too could feel the sorrow that filled the space.

Chapter Six: LAYING LOW “I’m sorry… there are things I’m keeping from you.” Rojean said to Lucas when they got out of the car before sighing to herself. They were now walking to Lucas’ car so they could go home although Rojean seemed a little cautious of her surroundings if the others were really gone and were other people following her? Lucas could only look at her too before thinking of a question. “Who died? Why are you involved in this? Isn’t it a bit illegal? It feels illegal to me, babe.”

Just like me, it was separated from the rest and left to the mercy of the wind. My eyes caught a blue lily, and my throat knotted. No one needed to tell me that it belonged to Miles, and right beside it was Arlene’s flower. Flowers from my brothers and relatives were all lined up neatly on the tomb with the couple’s flowers at the centre of them.. I chuckled, almost choking on the tears flooding through my body. I turned away from the tomb and staggered towards the roses planted at the corners of the graveyard. Bending down, I reached out and began to pluck out two roses. The thorns tore into my palm, but I didn't care. I barely felt the pain. I had been hurt for so long that my body was slo

My sunglasses hid most of my face. My black dress fluttered with the breeze. Red roses covered the black shiny casket. An empty casket. There was nothing left of Adrian to bury. Another bouquet of red roses was thrown on the casket. The color was stark against the shiny black, reminding me of blood. Blood spilled. Blood wasted. I stared at the date carved into the fancy niche plaque. The date of his death. It’d soon be turned into just another crypt. It’d be a cold stone, just like his memories.

I whispered to keep us sane. “Do you know why I named you Roses?” I asked her, though my lips cracked with thirst. “Because even in blood and thorns, roses bloom. You will bloom, my little one. Even if I wither.” I vowed with voice cracking. We walked until the night gave way to dawn, a pale smear of light clawing at the sky.

“Oh, this… I got two of them. I already dropped one at my uncle’s grave.” She slowly nodded. “I should put this here.” I said, going to drop the flower on her dad's grave. “I think it should stay here.” “Hmm… Thank you.” Silence thickened around us. Rose stared at the grave with a pale face. “Do you want to stay longer?” She looked at me and sniffled. “No, I'm leaving.” “Let’s go. I'll drive you.” I held out my hand to her, and she smiled before taking it…

Caden nodded, emptying his glass. The blue roses sat there and he stared at it after halting his car. Those roses made him so nostalgic that a tiny smile came to his lips. He took the roses and climbed out of the car, heading into the Starkling Cemetery. It was still quite dark but when he headed in, the cemetery had dim lights. He walked for a few miles and stopped in front of a grave, a name Dora was carved in the tombstone. Zade bent, touching it— a cold and rough sensation tingled his hand.

What was he doing here again? Wasn’t the argument at my company enough for him? When I was alive, he often ignored me. Now that I’m gone, he won’t leave me alone. Caden noticed Drake too and stood up, infuriated. "What are you doing here, Drake?" He asked, his voice low but gruff. "I just came to lay some flowers." He placed a colorful bouquet of roses on my grave. I stared at him sadly. When I was alive, he never allowed roses in our home. Every corner was filled with jasmine, the flower that symbolized Aeris.