[Juneberry]

((Should be fine then. Should I play the bad person or would you like to?))

She headed towards the park at a brisk pace. The sun made it hard to keep straight as it blinded her slightly, but her muscle memory knew exactly how many steps to take in any given direction to get to the final spot. When she got to the park, she found the meadow at the far end of it, walking towards a lake. Crossing a bridge into an island of sorts that sat in the middle, she knelt quietly next to a tall boulder, which had paint on it that stated words from memory. She read them aloud quietly.

"Fiona Kitski. Much loved mother, daughter and sister..." She sighed, adding, "You're missed. You'll always be missed. Mom...Are you still watching me? The flowers... They're blooming just like that day. Do they make you smile like they always used to? These cherry and plum blossoms that grow in this meadow...You really did cherish them, didn't you?"