where : hemlock cemetery.
who : open.
The morning air still had a bite of cold, and the sun's rays were not yet high enough in the sky to melt the frost that had settled over the grass. With every step she took through the solemn graveyard, a soft and satisfying crunch followed, though Emel took no notice of the beauty of the cold surrounding her, mind preoccupied with thoughts much too heavy for so early in the morning.
Her parents weren't buried in this cemetery, nor was her older sister. And why would they be? It had been nearly twenty years since the fire happened, half a continent away from this town. Half that since she'd visited the tomb where they lay, and yet, for some reason she had yet to find an explanation for, Emel felt closer to them here than she ever had in the city she'd thought was her home. There was a pull she couldn't explain that brought her back to this location on mornings when she was not working.
Her feet stop at a gravestone she does not recognize, marked with the name of a stranger she could never have known. The overgrown lichen and ample moss covering the stone suggest that this stranger had not been known by anyone for a long while, and the sadness that had already begun to overwhelm her becomes nearly suffocating at that moment.
A deep breath, in and out, as her gloved hands clenched tightly at her sides, nails nearly breaking through the black leather as she attempted to ground herself. Control had been hard to learn for so long, and Emel was slowly beginning to realize it was a near-unending journey. It cracked, and her fists started to shake, and then she walked away as quickly as she could.
Or, she tried to, at least. Maybe it was the blur of tears in her eyes that obscured her vision, or perhaps someone upstairs had simply decided peace was not in the cards for Emel on this day ( or any day ); in her haste to leave, she ran, literally, into someone who had been arriving and nearly took the both of them down to the ground.
“Holy shit, I am so so sorry. Oh my god, that was completely my fault, are you okay ? I am so incredibly sorry,” even before she can process who she’s bumped into, Emel is already stumbling over as many apologies as she can in the shortest amount of time.