In the dark, in the damp air just minutes before a storm, Lulu sat beside her grave.
It was unmarked, of course. Elliot had been waiting until after her death to do that. The granite was completely blank, never removed from the spot it had been put in thirteen years ago.
It’s not that quiet places to think are few and far between, it’s that they weren’t quite as stimulating. If pressure became too much, if her resolve started to fade, she could come here and remember where she could be.
If she’s desensitized, it’s only because she’s forgotten the feeling of stability; and when her bones feel replaced by ice she can remember why it’s necessary to keep them that way.
The sound of a snapping stick only caused her to arch an eyebrow, someone was hovering over her. She sat back on her knees, reaction more exasperated than any form of malice.
“What?”
Wendy sighed as she turned back around to face Lulu, embarrassment that she’d been caught etched into her freckled face. “Yo, it’s me.” She didn’t need some elaborate announcement; she knew Lulu would be able to recognise her voice from those three words. They’d known each other long enough.
She felt a need to explain, to say why she came out to the cemetery. It wasn’t her usual haunt and she had no idea why she decided to come to arguably the creepiest slice of town, but she felt as if she had to justify her actions. “I, uh, I didn’t mean to bother you, Lulu. I just came here for some quiet, I guess. Sorry for disturbing you.”
With that weak apology, she turned to leave. Wendy didn’t want Lulu to have any more of a reason to dislike her.
(Source: weeniecorduroy)
12:44 am Tuesday, August 19, 2014 | 
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