For once, Arabella did not go straight towards the white rose hedges. In fact, for the first time ever, her feet led her right before the gravepines.
After her conversation with Ada had reached its end, she requested some time alone and made her way to the gardens instead of finding Silas in his office.
Much like the white roses, the gravepines had grown so much in such a short lapse of time. Watching them dangle high above her head gave her the oddest of sensations.
The probability that one of those pines would have been planted next to her grave were quite significant.
And although it did not happen, the closeness of that call triggered such a foreign feeling, Arabella couldn't help but stare at the solid fruit without a plan in mind.
"I thought I'd find you in front of the white roses," Edgar's deep yet sweet voice was welcome.
The young woman only turned half way to return the bright beam painting her features, "I thought I'd look at something different today,"
