Midnight Walks.

It wasn't a nightly ritual, but it wasn't a rarity either. She liked to take walks in the cemetery. It was almost always quiet there, other than the odd teenagers or the murmurs of prayers or messages, it was a good place to be alone and think. She smoothed down the hem of her light yellow dress as a cold breeze blew, and she found herself shivering despite the white cotton jacket she wore.

She paused on a gravestone and knelt before it, placing the Sunflower she had in her hand before it. She read the name and inscription like she had done so many times before, and smiled a small, sad smile.

Jennifer Smith
Beloved daughter, wonderful sister, and best friend.

The year of her birth and death had been covered by the large Sunflower Jane had brought, and she wrapped her arms around herself.

She and Jennifer had been best friends ever since Jane could remember, and when her friend had been diagnosed with Leukemia, the two were devastated. Jennifer had fought a losing battle for three years before she finally gave in. Opening up a bar had been their dream - to start a place where many can come to hang out. She ran a hand through her hair, finding that no words can leave her dry mouth once more.

She stared at the headstone, not hearing that someone had come up behind her.