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Post by Sophia Giddieon on May 9, 2009 7:28:57 GMT -5
Sophia had been away for a long time, away from her friends, family, and Leo. She had no other choice but to leave the town to look after her friend who was sick. All she could think about is the fact that her friend might die because of the cancer, and her friend's parents were glad that Sophia paid a little visit to them. Now, that she's back in town, almost transformed after her friend has passed away, she was wearing black eyeshadow, black nail polish on her hand, and black sunglasses over her eyes.
The sun was over on the east side of the horizon, meaning that it was sunset time, the weather was still hot, with little cool wind. Sophia was in the graveyard, where her great-grandparents had been buried for more then twenty years. Even she didn't know them much, she loved them every much and hoped that she could have known them by how her parents talk about them. Finding the gravestone of theirs, she placed two bundles of flowers on the gravestone then just stood there, reading what it said on the gravestone.
Sophia has seen the pictures of her great-grandparents, and she thought it was just beautiful. Her great-grandmother's dress was elegant, nothing too fancy, with curly hair and beautiful veil. She hoped that one day she'll be in the same position as her great-grandparents, grandparents, and parents were in the wedding. She sighed and looked ahead of the graveyard, where thousands of gravestone held. I hope you're happy great-grandma. Mom and dad are trying their best on everything just to keep the family happy. She thought, hoping that her great-grandmother would hear it.
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Post by Leo Madison on May 9, 2009 10:41:57 GMT -5
Leo often passed this way on his ramblings. But never so late, and the church had sort of an eerie feeling to it. The sun kissing the tops of headstones as it trails by, leaving them for night again. He shivered a little as was about to dash right by when he caught a dark shadow among the graves, dressed in black, sun glasses that no one would need at such a late hour. And he had to move forward because the figure looked familiar. He felt as if he should know her, but from behind, and in those clothes, nothing was right. But the harder he looked, the more he could see it. The curve of her chin and her lips. The waves in her hair. Her height.
Sophia?
She was back then. Or was this her ghost? And had she heard the rumors yet? Was she alive to care? What was going to happen with them. How much did he admit. But he couldn't pass her by, because even though it wasn't love, he did care.
"Sophia?" he called out quietly, causing birds to twitter in surprise as he went toward the gate that separated them. "Is that you?" Where had she been? And who was she now?
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Post by Sophia Giddieon on May 10, 2009 19:42:53 GMT -5
Whenever Sophia wants to clear her head, she's usually at the grave, where she'll talk to her great-grandparents. It helps her so much that, by the time she gets done telling her great-grandparents, she knows what to do and for what. She'll see everything clearly every minute, days, even weeks. She's grateful to have people in her life and what she had achieved so far in her life. Knowing that she'll end up where her grand-parents, grandparents, and even her parents, when they die. She really hopes that she doesn't die at young age, then again who knows.
She felt someone's presence almost next to her. Sophia tried her best to ignore whoever the person was because she doesn't want to talk to anyone or explain on where she was. But when she heard familiar voice, she quickly looked at the person that was standing with almost confused look on his face. Leo. Sophia was happy to see Leo, she ran towards him, and hugged him. "Yeah. It's me." She said happily.
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Post by Leo Madison on May 10, 2009 20:10:52 GMT -5
"Oh God," He chocked with relief holding her close, stroking her hair softly. "We thought maybe the carnival got you. You were only supposed to be gone a day." He wasn't sure what he felt like. He hadn't seen her in so long, and things had changed so much since he saw her less, but he heard from Kim less and less. He was so stuck. What to feel, who to love. He felt like jumping off a bridge.
Leo kissed her very lightly, just really wanting to look at her face. She had changed. The black, the slightly teenager emo look, it so wasn't her. And he wished he had any idea what had happened, why she hadn't called.
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