Novel & Cerita Roses On A Grave

Elizabeth's grave was clean, with a bouquet of withered flowers on top, indicating that someone had visited not long ago. Jessamine's gaze fell on the nearby tombstone, and her heart tightened when she saw the words on it. "Grave of beloved wife Jessamine" This was the grave Thaddeus had made for her, adorned with her favorite white roses, now dried out. Gloria cried for a while at Elizabeth's grave, and when she saw the words on the tombstone, she snorted. "Who did this? It's so ominous! Our Jessie is perfectly fine. Why is there a tombstone for her here?"

‘Then why are you looking at their roots and covering them back’ Natasha asked. ‘You know their age through their roots’ nara said ‘snow grass has a life span of 100 years, the snow grass they are taking is about 50-60 years’. ‘Wow I guess it’s true, healers and witches go crazy for herbs’ ivory murmured opening the map she held. Ivory noticed a blue dot at the entry point of chex on the map, straining her eyes she looked at it carefully. ‘This wasn’t there before’ ivory thought.

Next to it are two smaller bushes that look like they’re just rooted enough to bloom. One has blooms with deep red petals that verge on a plum. They’re larger than the Earl Gray roses, but it’s difficult to look away from how unusual they are. The other is a white with a hint of blush coloring in the center. Those roses are smaller, with ruffled edges. I look at the plaque on the ground in front of them. ‘Their parents, Bronx and Iokaste Mason dedicate these rose bushes to Maya and Andreas.’ “Oh, Bronx! You had rose bushes dedicated to the kids?” I feel tears prick the corners of my eyes.

A black SUV was parked outside the cemetery. Rosa stepped out, holding a bouquet of white irises. Leaning against the car door, Leon made no move to follow as he simply watched her leave. "Go. I'll be here waiting for you, no matter how long it takes." Rosa nodded and walked into the cemetery alone. She stood before the newly erected tombstone and gazed at Kyle's name. She murmured, "You sure pick your spots. You wanted to be buried next to my father just so that I'd see you whenever I come to visit him, huh?"

My eyes went wide, my gaze sweeping across the scene before me, and the knot in my stomach exploded into a wave of disbelief and overwhelming emotion. I watched my parents' grave, the stones were polished, it looked so clean as if it had just been made right now. There was no dirt around the graves, not just that I saw flowers arranged in simple, elegant vases placed beside the stones. Roses, lilies, something small and blue I couldn't name from this distance, all looking as though they had just been cut from a garden. The floor around the graves had been swept clean, a thin layer of white sand covering the cracks in the flagstones, and there was even a freshly lit oil lamp burning in a nich

RAVEN I pushed open the low white fence that surrounded the graveyard. Not all children were buried here, as some would be buried with their parents, but there were still many graves. It was strange to know that I had a brother that I had never gotten to meet. I looked down at the grass that was sprinkled with daisies and buttercups. Scattered between the small graves were several cherry blossoms. I walked through the graves, scanning the names for my brothers, stopping when I saw a young woman bending over, placing an orchid on each grave.

The car purred to life and glided silently away, leaving me alone, standing in front of Adrian's grave. I placed the basket of roses carefully near Adrian's and his mother's tombstone. Then, I lit the candles, their small flames flickering in the breeze, a fragile beacon in the face of overwhelming darkness.

The air was thick with the scent of earth and blooming wildflowers, a testament to life amidst the stillness of death. I knelt beside the grave of my lover, meticulously tending to the gravestone, pulling out the stubborn weeds that threatened to overtake it, and arranging bright flowers to breathe life into the somber ground. With each careful motion, an unfamiliar rage began to bubble within me, its source shrouded in mystery. It felt as though an intruder had trespassed upon this sacred space, disturbing the tranquility that I held so dear.

I darted my eyes around the area, then I spotted some flower pots which had roses growing on them. I walked towards it without caring about anything or anyone. I plucked from two different pots, one which had pink roses in it, the other red. The red was for my dad and the pink for my mum just how she liked it. With the roses in my hands, I strolled in. It was easy finding my parents graves as I didn't know where exactly they wer buried. But I found it any way, after some minutes of wandering. As I approached their graves, I read out the words written on their graves. Their names and their date of birth and the day they died, i looked up as I tried not to remember that unfateful day.

ALPHA ASHA -PRESENT- The air was chilly in the graveyard, I had plucked a red flower which I thought to be a rose from a thicket in the forests. WormWhick must have been running out of patience but there was no way I would leave without at least talking to Naomi. I carefully placed the rose in front or her headstone, a small and sad smile made its way to my lips when I reminisced briefly on the very happy moments we had shared before her death.