“This reminds ne of her, it really does.”

Aaron woke up at 8:00 in the morning; it’s the time he always awakes from a sleep. He smelt the scents of sizzling bacon being cooked by the chefs at the nursing home he lives in. The chefs treated him like an extra mother since his real diamond departed her life due to the wrath of Cancer but there was something that cropped into his mind when he was thinking of her.

Aaron had sun-blonde hair and the eyes of a blue ocean like the Pacific or the Atlantic. He used to work as an undertaker and during his last day of wotk, he knew he saw a specific grave but can’t remember where.

“Bryony, can I go to Tatton Graveyard?” Aaron asked calmly “Are you sure deer? It’s a bit depress-“ “Please, I need to see someone.” His urge to see his ruby consumed his heart so he had to achieve his desire; his desire to see his mother.

Bryony had bright curly ginger hair and her smile barely faded even in the toughest and darkest of times she’s a beauty she truly is.

When Bryony took Aaron to the graveyard after a five minute drive in the bus of the carehome, ice-cold air filled their lungs faster than then the speed of sound, they slowly walked past big graves, small graves and even staggering cenotaphs until they reached the grave; Aaron’s mum’s grave.

Aaron froze for a moment. It was like he saw a ghost but a fritndly one, a nice one. Bryony slowly rested her hand on his shoulder to comfort him but when she noticed what he was staring at, he wasn’t staring at the grave, he was staring at something else and he was even touching it too.

It was a pink fabric lying next to the grave; he stroked it and after a while, he stood up and told Bryony what he felt and what he saw.

“Bryony, thank you for taking me here, when I touched the fabric, it teleported me back to the times I saw her, the times I knew her, thf times I loved her.”