Something that I had to write. Because I know how some of te feel. So...here it is. For those who have no clue how it feels, be glad. But this might help, I hope.
Becca climbed up the hill, looking around. She reached the top, finding him. She sat successivo to him, taking his hand. He responded da entwining their fingers together and giving her a quick, sad smile. They sat in silence for a time, just thinking and looking around. At one point, Becca moved to another set of graves right successivo to the one she had been sitting in front of. She put a bouquet of wild rose on her mother's grave. She teared...
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