August 18th Ava kneeled down onto the patch of green grass, trying to avoid her bare knees touching the soil. Her black knee-length skirt had slightly ridden up her leg when she sat down. She tucked her hair behind her ear nervously, and looked around. Black and white slabs of stones stood erected from the ground in a menacing silence. The cravings on the tall stones had been scribbled in furious exhaustion; each tombstone asking for attention that its occupant is never forgotten. Despite the auditory numbness, the etched markings made Ava feel that she was surrounded by a crowd of aching souls. The dark-haired girl shifted her gaze towards the first
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