Day five

Prompt- Breakdown

She had the light purple lilacs clutched in her hands, afraid to let go of them.

The others had gone back to the hotel, knowing that Lucy wanted to be alone... or, at least, partially alone.

She looked at Gray, who stood at her side, with an indecisive expression. He watched her for a moment, then smiled encouragingly.

Lucy turned her eyes back in front of her. The large, stone angel stood, looming above that gravestone that marked her mama's resting place. It seemed a little too over the top for her mother, but she knew that Layla wouldn't have minded her father's extravagant choice, she was a kind woman.

Lucy knelt down, holding the flowers close to the grave stone, before drawing them back to her chest. She knew that as soon as she placed them down, the tears would start flowing, and they wouldn't stop for a long time. She looked up at the sky. A clear, robin's egg blue, the sun shining brightly. The overgrown grass was a perfect blend of greens, making the abandoned estate look a little less cold and overbearing than it did when there was life in the court.

She swallowed back the lump in her throat, but it didn't do any good.

This was a perfect day. Layla loved lilacs, Lucy knew. She knew that she wanted to do this, even if her mother wasn't there to see it.

She placed the flowers on the grave site, then stood up and backed away. Her hand covered her mouth as tears sprung to her eyes. She felt Gray's warm, strong arms wrapping around her, and she pressed into his warmth, breaking down in his arms. She shuddered, her fingers curled into the front of his shirt, which he miraculously still had on.

A warm breeze wove it's gentle fingers through the couples hair as it passed, weaving around them the soft scent of lilacs. Lucy found a way to smile through the tears, and she wrapped her arms around Gray's chest, thankful he was there.

A whispered thank you reached his ears, and he smiled.

In a silent reply that spoke louder than any words, he tightened his grip on her and rested his chin on top of her carefully brushed hair.

The sky seemed to smile down on them, and Lucy's shoulders stilled to a steady breath.

And, hand in hand, they turned and began to walk down the over grown path that led to the stone angel.

Hand in hand, leaving behind the pain.