Flowers on a grave are supposed to kind of be considered a happy thing.  They means someone is missed and even though they aren't physically here, someone still takes time out of their day to "see" them.  Those who have gone have impacted someone in their life enough to come back to either say 'thank you', 'I miss you', 'I love you', 'Are you watching me accomplish my dreams?' and the like.  There are also the ones who visit, leave their gift, and say nothing out loud.  It still signifies that those who have moved on are still missed.  Those who have moved on have still affected those left behind in some way enough to be visited and remembered.  But, what about all the other graves that don't have flowers or even a tiny stone on the top of the gravestone?  To outsiders, that's saddening.  Those people must have someone who misses them...right?  For some yes and for others probably not. 

For Caroline King, she stood before the gravestones, with nothing on or around them.  Her hands in her waist-high ripped shorts.  Not saying anything out loud, yet she has a million thoughts running through her head.  If you stared at her, you would never guess what her life story is unless you asked.  A beautiful blonde, tall, long legged girl who has a history just like everyone else.  

She stared at the four gravestones before her with an audible sigh.  She nodded to no one, picked up her backpack, and began to walk away from the gravestones.  She walked with big strides with her head hung low not looking at where she was going, and yet she seemed to know exactly where she was headed.  

HONK HONK!

Caroline looked up at the dsiturbing noise in a place that no one would expect to hear in a graveyard.  On the road that goes through the graveyard is a red Honda CRV with a short, handsome, Korean, blonde haired boy with a smirk on his face that he is shaking, "Pick your head up high, princess.  Your tiara is falling."

Caroline chuckled looking at this boy while shaking her head.  She started walking towards to the boy, "The store called and they are running out of you, Yoongi!"

Yoongi tilted his head with a chuckle as he watched Carline approach his car.  He opened the passenger door when she arrived at the car, "Your highness, are you ready for your final year of college?"

Caroline shrugged her shoulders, "I'll survive. As long as I have you there next to me...I'll make it through."

Yoongi took her left hand and placed a light kiss on the top of it.  Caroline stepped into the passenger seat as Yoongi shut the door.  As Yoongi walked around the car, Carline dared one last look at the empty gravestones.  She hoped that even though she didn't leave anything on the graves or say anything out loud to them...that they would still know that she missed them...and that she does the things she does with them in mind...even if no one knows she does them.

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