"I wish I could have told you I love you sooner." she spook, grief lining her voice. "But you wouldn't listen." she finished looking up to the sunny sky wishing that it would match her mood; sitting here in this graveyard talking o her best friend's grave marker as if she was still here.
"I saw you're sister today, she looked better." she said tracing the lettering in her grave, engraving them in her memory "Cora Blue Wilder - 1995-2012.'
"I wish it was different," she said her voice breaking, "I wish it was me." she whispered.
She felt the dampness from the grass seeping into her jeans as she took one last look at the writing on the grave marker before she pt her head in her hands and wept.
