The Flower

Part title

I leaned down and plucked a bluish purple flower from the bushes of colorful flowers the same type I pick every Sunday. I turn to leave but suddenly someone grabbed my arm. I flinch away and turn to see it is a girl about my age and was a bit shorter than me. Her curly golden hair framed her face as her big blue eyes blinked up at me. I shrink away as she lets go of my arm.
" who are the flowers for?" She asked.
A wave of sadness broke over me and I turned away so not to show the tears in my eyes. She took my reaction as annoyance and said "well if you won't tell me I'll just come with you!"
"No,no!" I stammered and blushed bright red "I have to go"
I began to walk down the sidewalk but she trotted by my side and started talking.
"You're the one stealing flowers from my garden, I think I have a right to know who you're giving them to. I'll make sure that your with the right person."
She gave me a fiendish grin and skipped in front of me.
"Where are we going?" She asked. I shook my head and she sighed " fine be that way"
As we continued to walk the sky darkened and it began to drizzle. I put the hood of my sweatshirt up and glanced over at the girl. She had her head turned up and let the rain pour on her face a smile stretched across it.
"What's your name" I asked quietly
" Suzy" she replied happily "are we almost there?" Asked Suzy
" yes" I sighed.
As we turned the corner I saw our destination. It was empty as usual, a short black picket fence surrounds it and a stone sign reads " courts cemetery."
I reach for the gate and ease it open as the metal squeaks and groans. I take the path that leads straight down the center of the cemetery and I shove my hands in my pocket as I walk. I turn my head and glance back at Suzy who is standing open mouthed at the gate. I sighed. She was a nice girl and I didn't mean to scare her but this was indeed where I went every Sunday. I turn down a winding path until I stop at a stone marker the reads " Elizabeth Parker fighter until the end"
There was a lump in my throat as I reached down and placed the flowers by her grave. I ran my hand over the top of the gravestone and I couldn't hold it in any more. Tears ran down my cheeks as memories of Elizabeth ran through my mind. I remember her light laugh at my jokes, and how I used to run my fingers through her long brown hair while we watched Netflix on cold nights in her small apartment on fifth street. A hand touches my arm and I flinch and look up. Suzy is standing next to me she reaches down and places the daisy that was in her hair next to my flowers.
" I'm so sorry" she whispers her eyes full of sadness " I lost someone once to. Someone I'll never forget." She reaches down and takes my hand " It's hard but you'll get through" her voice cracks and she looks down. I see tears running down her face. She sniffs and looks up. " we have to stay strong,  even in the greatest of downpours you know the sun will eventually rise."
And there we stood hand in hand in the rain waiting for the sun.