Oil and Water, that's what they were.
A pure refreshing glow followed Clover everywhere she went, like the rain she washed away the bad and left behind a clean sense of contentment. The good was in everyone and she made it her goal to find it. She w...
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"if you like your coffee hot, let me be your coffee pot, you call the shots babe, i just wanna be yours"
c l o v e r
It was a gloomy day. The ground was frozen solid and the wind was relentless against my exposed cheeks. My black scarf was doing little to keep me warm as I stood there.
Staring down at the casket in the earth.
Giovanni stood protectively by my side and Sin remained leaned up against his car across the street. We thought it best for him not to be present. As the service went on I found myself thinking terrible thoughts and feeling terrible things.
Such as finally it's over.
And finally he's gone.
The turnout was small to say the least.
The three of us along with two others I didn't recognize and a priest kept the cemetery company as dirt was thrown over the casket.
The priest concluded his small sentiment and exited the grounds leaving the rest of us to watch the wind blow dirt into the six foot hole below.
