It was just me and Sarah, a quiet event.
I was outside with her, like we always do. The sun was already setting over the field of short and dry grass with the crisp wind swaying. It was peaceful, just sitting with her. I told her about how I've been, and how much I had missed her. I even told her how much I loved her, like a good brother should and to that I received no reply, for my sister is dead, buried under the ground, with only a gravestone to mark her name.
But oh do I miss my Sarah, but now she is stone.
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(A/N): Hi, sorry but I put stone for the title instead of grave because I wanted there to be a little surprise for the end so um, sorry again and have a nice rest of your day.