█ ▌▐ { @gravebonded || whispered to the meadow. ( ❀ )
Cemeteries were remarked in a grim light by most. To others they were a source of inspiration; a sign of peace for those who had passed on. Macabre images often danced in the corners of creative minds when they wrote of the afterlife. There was beauty in the crumbling tombstones and the silence that befell the resting. She recalled being told to keep silent when passing by graveyards as a sign of respect so that she might not disturb their personal heaven .
Maemi was not so fortunate to see her parents buried. She and her brother held a small, personal service for them. They deserved better. But even with the restless thought of them burned into her memory, she could find herself admiring the silence her mother once described. It was only when her eyes settled on the stranger looking over at her that her mind settled and she shifted in her place just shy of the graves of two people in the same family .
❝ Oh, excusez-moi. I did not realize you were trying to get by me. ❞ A quick bow of her head was her physical show of apology, a pleasant smile on her face. ❝ I hope I did not disturb anything ... ❞
