dancing with ghosts {96th year}

The graveyard was silent, and for the first time in weeks I embraced it. It was the first time in weeks that I was alone, I had even managed to escape Salazar, my pain in the ass escort who was determined to really test just how far he could push me. It was the first time in weeks- no, months- where there were no cameras in my face, no paparazzi, it was just me and a yard full of lost rotting corpses. A thought that may have been somewhat disturbing this time last year. But not anymore. I wasnt sure if there would really be much that could creep me the fuck out these days.

It doesn't take me long to find who I was looking for. It was a forgotten looking grave, even despite the fact that the soil was more freshly turned. There were no flowers, or trinkets. Just her name and the date of her death. I lean against it, my eyes turned to the night sky as a grin hooking back the corner of my lips. "Hey, Belcher," I slip my hands into the pocket of my jeans, "this place really is a shit hole like you said it would be. As I was walking up here, i shit you not, a mutt looked me dead in the eye and took a shit on the side walk before walking off like I just ruined his day. The audacity, I swear to Ripred, was next level."

I chuckle slightly, tracking a dark figure that flies across the sky a moment before disappearing from view. "He misses you, you know?" A sharp pang of grief crashes though me at the memory of Mouses broken cries at the sight of her broken body permanently branded in my memories. "I miss you," I whisper into the darkness. "But thats enough of that sappy shit, right? Rub some dirt on it and move on yeah?" I push off the stone, peering down at her name etches into the surface.

        Felicity Carrow.

"I better get out of here before my pain in the ass escort find me and starts lecturing me once again about my obligations and responsibilities now that I am a big shot Victor. I swear the man has a stick shoved so far up his ass that he would be able to smell it." I grin down at her again, before I give her grave a quick salute, slowly making my way towards the graveyards entrance. "Catch you later, Belcher," I chuck over my shoulder, determined to ignore the feelings of emptiness which grows with each step.