❝If there was one thing Anthony Lockwood was afraid of, it would be Carolynne Blair Lynch's pure, mere, terrifying beauty.❞
𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭? Perhaps a day that didn't go your way so now you'd...
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PAUL AND CHARLIE TISK MAY OUR LAUGHTER STAY IN OUR WAKE
𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 Carolynne found herself standing in front of in the warm afternoon glow. A bouquet of white African Daisies was bound in her hands as she looked down at the grave fondly, remembering the two boys for the jokers they lived to be.
Unintentionally pulling her from her thoughts, Lockwood pressed himself up against her back and wrapped his arms around her waist tightly.
"You okay?" He asked quietly as he looked down at the grave of two.
The girl nodded and stepped out of his arms so she could lower onto her knees and place two daisies against the stone.
Carolynne took Lockwood to each grave of her old team, telling him stories before they stood quietly and placing a daisy on the grave. Lockwood knew a lot of people had died that day, in that house, but had no idea the full extent of the list.
He'd been released from hospital that morning after two days and told to take things easy for the next few days. The moment Carolynne came to get him, he was persistent on visiting the graveyard.
