It felt awkward and she was scared as she walked beside Noah who held her hand tightly into his own. By the look of it, it was clear that he was tensed too, after all it has been a year since they had lost Rosie. But it felt like just yesterday and it hurt them both to no end. They both remember every single detail of that night.
The gloomy environment was maybe just their imagination or maybe the environment was really just gloomy as they stood in front of the grave that belonged to Rosie. Her name was engraved beautifully on the cold stone.
Fleur could feel her chest tightening just by the look of it. She still can’t believe that her sister is buried in this ground, that she is buried in the bridal dress that Fleur had decorated just for her. It was weird to see her for the first time
