sidneygreenblattβ:
Sidney hated graveyards. Not for any particular reason other than the fact that they were always so deathly silent.Β Ha, deathly. He was anything but silent - constantly making noise whetherΒ it be intentional or otherwise.Β However, he made an exception one day every year and put aside his hatred so that the dead body that used to be his father was never completely abandoned.Β
Making his way through rows of neat gravestones, the early autumn leaves crunching under his vintage boots, he clutched his bouquet of blood-red roses to his chest. Was it kind of weird to bring your dead parent roses? Maybe, but they reminded Sid too much of the man to pass up. Prickly, coveted and kind of underwhelming. That was his father.Β Damn did he miss the man.Β
Stopping a few feet short of the familiar brown gravestone, he cleared his throat to grab the attention of the figure standing over it.Β βif Iβd βa known he was busy, I woulda called ahead and made an appointment.βΒ
hariz had a monthly ritual of visiting the graveyard; his own little family reunion. he figured he owed it to the people who practically raised him as a son to at least pay his respects every so often. it was probably the only time riz would ever be caught with arms bundled with flowers: a bunch each for his grandfathers. he didnβt lay anything on his uncleβs grave; instead settling on having a drink in his honor at the pub on his way home. he reckoned the man would have preferred that.
with his flowers rested, hariz took some time to scan over the gravestones of the other unfortunate bastards buried amongst his family. the voice startled him at first, but he doesnβt let it show as he turns around. he doesnβt say anything at first as he steps aside, eyes still lingering over the grave.Β βi was just observing, donβt mind me.β