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Mourning Woods cemetery was deserted. The blizzard was likely to blame for that. Stilwater had received several inches of snow overnight, prompting the majority of its residents to stay at home. You couldn't even see the paths that spread across the graveyard. Yet, there was a lone set of footprints in this otherwise undisturbed, white blanket that covered the ground as far as the eye could see.
The woman they belonged to, however, couldn’t care less about getting cold and wet right now. Her drenched, blonde bangs that were hanging out from underneath a purple beanie fell into her face, sticking to her icy skin as she looked down at the gravestone. But she paid no attention to it.
She didn’t even feel the stinging cold wind blowing through the graveyard. That numb feeling could be easily attributed to the low temperatures, but it was much deeper than that. Quite frankly, the young Saint didn’t feel much at all lately, except for a seething anger burning within her.
Maybe that’s what kept her from freezing.
She reached out to brush the snow off the marble with a gloved hand. Letting her palm linger on the frigid stone for a bit before withdrawing it.
Kate had so much on her mind but lacked the words to voice her thoughts. So she simply stared at her boots that were buried in the snow.
At least the flakes melting on her face helped to hide her tears.
Time didn’t seem exist while she was here. The girl had lost track of how long she had been here. It had gotten a quite bit darker since she arrived, so it was safe to say she had been hanging around for at least an hour or so.
For the first time since coming here, she opened her mouth to speak, “You didn’t deserve this.”
Her voice was coarse and low as the words passed her chapped lips, “None of this.”
She waited for a brief moment, as if expecting a response from the dead. When none came, the woman crouched down and got seated in the snow. The ground was soft, but wet, and cold. Not that she cared.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you,” she uttered, almost too quiet to hear.
Her head hung low and her back was slouched forward as she tugged in her legs, pulling them towards her torso. She sat like that for roughly ten minutes before lifting her gaze. It had gotten even darker, the sun would set soon.
The harsh weather finally got to her when she began shivering, so she slowly got back up and dusted the powdery substance off her back and rear, then wiped away the tears that streamed down her freckled cheeks with the sleeve of her jacket, “I’ll make things right.”
Those were her last words before turning away and determinedly making her way back through the thick layer of snow towards the parking lot where her truck was.