He placed the flower on top of the granite gravestone. Despite the fallen leaves, tiny twigs and dust, the stone remained smooth.
It has been 4 years yet he could still not forget and forgive himself for what happened to his mom.
“If only I didn’t run away, if only she didn’t go looking for me…”
Tears fell as he started to remember his mother. He missed her so much. He missed her sweet demeanor, her blueberry pancakes for breakfast, her love for photography and her fascination with butterflies because as she would always say, “they make a great subject, they embody hope”.
He was grateful to his Dad because for all these years, he never made him feel that he blamed him for what happened. It was strange how his Dad never changed, but he did. Perhaps it was the guilt that made him grow distant to his father.
He was caressing the tombstone with his mother’s engraved name on it when a hand slightly tapped his shoulder.
He quickly stood up and turned around to see the person.
Then he saw her. The most beautiful girl he had ever met, standing in front of him, reaching out a handkerchief to him.
He sheepishly reached for the handkerchief. “Thank you.”
“Sorry, I saw you from afar and you looked sad. I figured…,” she hesitated. “Sorry again if I bothered you.”
He gave her a half-smile, “It’s fine. I was just surprised to see someone here at this time.”
Then she pointed out the tombstone a few rows behind his mom’s. “That’s where my sister lies. I never actually met her, she passed away before I was born. Whenever I have problems, I go here to talk to her. She helped me a lot.”
He nodded and pointed to the tombstone. “This is Mom.”
“I am sure she was a lovely lady.” she said those words with all sincerity.
There was silence before she spoke again.
“There’s actually a museum not far from here. I could show you something that can make you smile. Hopefully.”
They took the pathway that led to the main road. She was a brilliant girl, she had a certain way of talking that made him feel better. Without even knowing it, they soon found themselves standing in front of the museum she was talking about. It took them just a few minutes.
They entered the building and trodded a narrow hallway that leads to a huge room. It was a room with several butterfly collection. Every color of butterfly he could think of, it was all there.
She spoke quietly behind his left ear, “I would always come here whenever I visit my sister. There’s something about butterflies. For me, they embody hope and forgiveness…a new beginning. Don’t you think so?”
Those words echoed in his mind, “they embody hope and forgiveness…a new beginning.”
He looked at her eyes, they seemed to sparkle of the beauty and hope she was talking about. She had that sweet smile. Before he knew it, he felt his face inching towards her.
He felt it. It was a sweet and innocent kiss.
If she was surprised, she didn’t show it. But she tilted her head sideways and looked at him with a smile.
“You just stole my first kiss, do you know that?”
This was fun to write as well, but I went over 10 minutes. I had to come up with a story that involves a tombstone, a first kiss, and a butterfly collection but I don’t want it to sound sad or creepy at the end of the story.
What about you? What story can you come up using these 3 components?