Emma

Emma Darcy

Beloved Daughter

Cherished Friend

Born: 16.10.1992

Died: 04.03.2010

"Beloved daughter? BULLSHIT!" was all that Blake could say after reading the gravestone for the fifth time. "After all the black eyes and hospital visits, they write 'Beloved daughter'?" Blake's temper flared as he remembered what Emma's parents had put her through.

"They got the next line right though." knowing full well how angry this topic could make Blake, Gwen changed the subject as best she could. After getting no reply, Gwen turned to look at her brother and saw a familiar look on his face.

"Do you regret it? Not telling her, i mean?" Blake was thoughtful for a moment before replying.

"No, if she had said no, then well it'd be shit, you know, but if she had said yes, and we'd gotten to be together, losing her would have fucking killed me."

"If someone knew what her answer would have been, would you want to know?"

"She told you?" He asked flatly, not taking his eyes off the gravestone,

"Yeah, but she didn't need to."

"I don't know."

"OK." The twins stood in silence, looking at the last physical reminder of the girl who had been cruelly taken from them.

"Maybe you should tell her now, get it out but you wont get an answer. I'll go, you say goodbye." Gwen walked towards the large grey slab, placed his hand on the top and whispered, 

"Goodbye Emms." Tears welling in her eyes. And with that, she walked away, and didn't look back.