The drive to the cemetary is short. As crazy as it sounds, I never know what to say to my mother. It's different from talking to an actual person. It's almost like I feel I have to say the right thing to her. I swallow as I walk through the familiar gates of the cemetary.
It's always so serene here. Silence coats the green hills of the cemetary like a thick blanket. I shiver at the cold wind, pulling my jacket tighter around me.I finally arrive at my mother's grave. I read the epitaph, as I always do. I analyze every letter of her name, her birthday, and her death date. I lay the flowers gently on the stone. I step back, pulling my mittens out of my pockets and slipping them onto my hands.
"Evening, Mum," I say. "It's chilly out, yeah?"
I chuckle a bit. "I'm sorry I haven't visited," I say. "I've been at uni. It's been great. Busy, but great. I'm with someone new now...not Harry. Harry hurt me, Mum." I sigh. "Why did he have to hurt me?"
The wind whistles in the distance. I rub my hands together.
"I know I shouldn't care," I whisper. "I shouldn't give a single damn about him anymore, but I always wonder if he's okay. I don't know why."
I bite my lip. "I love you, Mum," I say. "I miss you. And...I guess I'm doing okay." I tug off one of my mittens, shivering immediately at the harsh cold air on my exposed skin. I bring my fingers to my lips, then press them to her gravestone. "I love you," I repeat.
I quickly slip on my mitten and smile one last time at her grave. I turn and walk through the rows of graves, back to the main path.When I walk out of the gate and into the lot, my heart drops to my feet.
Harry shuts the door to his car, a bouquet of pink roses in his hand. He wears a navy blue beanie over his curls and a black jacket with his usual black jeans. His eyes widen when he sees me.
"What are you doing here?" I ask him carefully.
He looks down at the roses in his hand. "I felt like I needed to talk to her," he says. "I don't know why."
"Oh." I bite my lip.
"So...you're home?"
"Yeah. For the weekend."
"Hmm."
I stick my hands into my pockets. "How...how have you been?"
"Fine," he says. "You?"
"Good." I pause. "Busy."
Harry clears his throat. "I want to apologize," he says. "About my behavior towards Niall that night."
"Oh." I nod. "Thank you."
"You seem happy with him." I can't decipher the look on his face.
"I am."
Harry stares at me a moment. He finally nods and shoots me a small smile. "It was nice seeing you."
"You too." I watch as he locks his car and walks off toward the gates of the cemetary.
I turn and begin walking back to my car. I don't exactly know what to feel.
"Oh, Blair?"
I look back at him.
"I finished Matched." He smiles a bit. "All three."
I can't stop the genuine smile from crossing my face. "What...what did you think?"
"You were right. They're great books." He smiles wider, his dimples showing. I haven't seen his dimples in ages.
"I told you." The smile still lingers on my lips.
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Lights (2013)
FanfictionPLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS HOLY READ THE REVISED VERSION OF THIS BOOK! Blair Price struggles with a lot of things in her life, such as her mother's death, her father's new 'perfect' family, and secretly loving her best friend. Blair and Harry...