 Anashti l Brat Pack l Sally & Dr. Finklestein
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This was a mistake.
Not the memorial, no that was a lovely testament and dedication to all of the people who had paid the ultimate sacrifice for the sake of future generations. No, what was a mistake was her being here.
She was still angry. She was so angry and there was no where for her to even direct that most of the time. So she locked it up as best as she could, and tried to find different ways of directing it. Like skateboarding. Which had been a terrible fail, even with Qetsiyah trying to show her the proper way to do it later. Or her dance, which was just getting edgier and edgier as time passed. And then when her anger was too much to withstand...
She lashed out at others.
Kimberly was desperately trying to keep that under wraps for today. That, and the overwhelming sadness that also took residence in her soul. Because while she didn't want to shout and scream and disrupt others coming to honor their loved ones. She also didn't want to join with those crying, never in such a public setting.
So instead, she was just... sitting. Having located a park bench, where she found a good vantage point to watch the plinth revolve, around and around, she sat. She could go closer. Find his name actually etched in the stone, or perhaps find someone who could help her claim a paver dedicated to him.
But instead, she just sat. And watched.
Around and around.
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Let them point and laugh at who we are, it's you and me here dancing from the start |