NARRATOR'S POV
The field was vast and green, the sun shone on each surface of rocks and stones. The wind is calm and warm, and there are no other sounds aside from the chirping of the birds and the grazing of the leaves.
SERENE- that is the only way one could call such tranquility. If only the place was not covered with graves stones, melted candles, and withering flowers. It could as well be called a paradise.
Sitting in the lush green grass, Rachelle wore a stoic expression. Rock hard and devoid of any emotions, as she tried her best not to shed tears in front of her mother. Rachelle is wearing a plain white, off-shoulder sundress that reaches all the way to her knees. And sitting with both of her legs tucked on one side, while her hands are neatly placed in her lap, her head resting in her father's gravestone- she almost liked like one of those angel statues in horror movies. All white and emotionless, such as the distaste in her tongue.
