Walking through the tangled weeds with stiff steps, the winds whistled through the grass and trees like they were telling stories about the loneliness of the desolated environment, birds and other animals squeaked and chirped from the trees where they currently hid themselves, staying in the shades.
Annalise took her time to gather herself, keeping her mind focused as she approached her parents graveyard and before she realized it, her feet had stopped right in front of it.
The headstones stood proudly, diligently keeping to their duty as time wore away the messages they bore, dead flowers were being crumbled in the hands of Anna as she replaced them with fresh ones. She always changes the flowers whenever they withered but due to the crises she's currently facing, it became difficult to keep to that duty.
