The way her hair had flowed; shimmering under the sun and the way her hair framed her face, not surprising that everyone’s eyes were on her.

She was so beautiful.

It’s like this woman was out to get you, everytime you talked about a guy you liked, Lacy managed to go on dates with them, it wasn’t fair.

“Lacy, oh Lacy, it’s like you’re out to get me…” You murmured as you stood in front of her tomb, a blank look on your face as you counted the flowers that every guy she knew you liked had sent to her grave.

All those flowers… you knew she was dead, but you hadn’t expected to see so many guys that you used to like, feel so terrible about her.

What was so special about her? What did Lacy have when she was alive, that you didn’t have?

The only thing you seemed to defeat her at was being alive.