She will never forget the smell of wet grass as the rain hit the ground. It pounded on her scalp and dripped down her chin as it fell on her soaked clothes. The rain concealed the tears streaming down her face as they got into her mouth and left a salty taste on her tongue. As they lowered the body of the boy she loved, all she could feel in her heart was hatred. Sarah did not feel sorrow, she did not feel sad. Sarah was quietly glad for his death. Her sister touched her hand as it was time to go and she smiled to herself as she threw the last white rose on the surface of the coffin.
