Day Two

Even though I didn't exactly reach my original goal of writing every day in January, I can still reach my 30-days writing goal. So a week or three later, here is what I wrote from the second writing prompt.

Drip-drop, drip-drop was the sound of the quiet, innocent rain as it softly fell from the sky and drizzled down the rigid surface of the stone. She sat motionless staring towards the tombstone in front of her, eyes black and cold. No outward emotion could express the empty, broken pain she felt in her heart at that moment. A perfect existence had been sucked away from her and she now had to cope with the death of an only brother and father who were once an immediate part of her delicate life.

Pulling her away from her distant thoughts and most recent memories, she felt a hand gently clasp around hers. Turning her head and pressing her right side against his as if to push away the pain, she recognized the butterfly collection box sitting in his lap. Breaking the eerie silence inside of her, she began to hum a tune as her softened eyes scanned the sight of each butterfly he had collected throughout the years and was now giving to her.

While determining whether her face was soaked from the rain or her own tears, she noticed the spring time sun trying to creep through the canopy of trees above them with little effort as he leaned over and lightly pressed his lips against hers, as if to say You don't have to go through this alone. In the stillness of the trees around them she realized that this hollow pain could never be forgotten, but perhaps with him, in that very silent and reassuring moment, she could relinquish a part of the anger and pain that dwelt deep inside. This tombstone may have captured the only two lives so dear to her, but she wasn't about to let it capture a third.