Let the Dead Go, but Mourn the Living

Tayla felt the chilling breath of the ghosts on her neck as she knelt down. Closing her eyes, she kissed the petals of the dear roses in hand, her grandfather's favorite. She sat them down on the grave site and placed her hands together, praying that he live on in death.

It was dark. And she thought it would be best to go home soon. Once a week, she would come out to the yard to give flowers to her grandfather. It had been a year since he died. Fifty two times. Fifty two bouquets of flowers. Fifty two prayers. But one grave.

Smiling slightly to herself, she leaned over and gently kissed the tombstone, as if interacting directly with her grandfather. Yes, she missed him, but she would need to let go. She began to raise herself slowly to her feet.

Tayla sighed softly and stood up. She looked forward and looked at the man standing there, lifting her hand slowly and giving a small wave. "Hello," she said softly, not expecting to meet anyone.

Tayla gave a nod and said, "Yeah... My grandfather, what about you?" tucking hair out of her face and behind her ear. She stepped over to get a better look.

Tayla gave a small smile and spoke, "Ah okay," giving a nod. She looked up at him and held out her hand, giving a shiver, "I'm Tayla by the way."

"You're warm," whispered Tayla absentmindedly, then pulled her hand away. "Sorry. Um, he died of a heart attack, like a lot of people at older age.". She lifted er hand back and scratched her head.

Tayla nodded, "With the state of my mother, it was really hard.". She shivered. She was usually cold because of her magic and she looked back at him awkwardly.

"Its fine," said Tayla, forcing a smile on her face. She wished that she had brought a jacket. That would be so much help. And she wouldn't be sitting there like a shivering idiot either.

Tayla blinked a few times and said, "Ah... sure..." after several odd silent moments of deciding. It would be nice to get something to drink. Something warm to drink... Yeah. That's what she wanted. She brushed hair slowly from her face.

"No we can take as long as we need," replied Tayla, "My mother and grandmother are probably both asleep." She folded her arms, trying to conceal warmth. The cafe. She smiled to herself as she went there often to cool down a bit from a long day.

Tayla smiled as she felt the warm air, stepping into the cafe. "Thank you," she told him, nodding to him and giving a soft giggle. She made her way into the cafe and reached into her back pocket, pulling out her wallet and walking to the counter.

Tayla looked over at Alex and spoke, "Did you want anything?" after ordering herself a cup of tea. Tea was always a nice way to make her relax. She dug through her wallet, pulling out the money for her tea, but waiting to see if he wanted anything.

Tayla nodded and paid for her tea, then stepped over and sat across from him when she got it. She blew on the steam and then took a small sip, pulling away and wincing when it was too hot.

"Yeah," smiled Tayla, "I personally like the taste better." She brushed hair out of her face and looked back at him, giving a bit of a sheepish giggle. "You sure you don't want anything?"