Fiction: Group 4
A few years after the burial, a figure stood in front of a gravestone. Bending down carefully, she placed a
bunch of white flowers along with a crisp envelope. A male called her from outside the fence. Lingering for
a moment, she looked at the stone, about to say something. After arguing with herself, she decided against it
and spoke nothing. She kneeled down and traced the faded words on the stone with her finger. She closed
her eyes, as if reliving moments from the past. Finally stepping up, she walked away.
Without looking back.
Dear Xina,
Hey, it’s been a while since I visited you. Keith and I just got married; I wish you could’ve seen us. It was
beautiful, but I felt really lonely without you. There were loads of people that came to our wedding, but it
wasn’t the same, because you weren’t there in the audience.
You know, we recently adopted a puppy and named her in your honor. Xinie has your energy, your love.
It’s funny; she’s like a complete reincarnation of you. Did you come back to me as the puppy once you
realized I was lonely?
I really don’t know what to say now. Although I miss you loads, I guess I moved on. You wanted me to do
this right? The day you made me leave the room, you didn’t want me to dwell on you passing away, right? I
think I’m finally doing this, so this will be the last time I talk to you. Thank you, Xina. Thank you for all
the memories.
I love you.
Love,
Rina
