FLOWERS: GEORGIOU ALEXPOULOS.

It was going to rain. She could tell from the way the weather was changing. Why did it have to be today? Of all days? She stared out the window as the car sped through the road. They were heading to the cemetery where she was buried. They normally went early in the morning every year to pay their respect so they wouldn't clash with her parents who usually come in the evening. She has told Julie not to follow her since she was still on the good side of her parents but Julie has insisted on following her all these years. She even offered to always drive her there so she wouldn't be able to refuse.

"Are you okay?" Julie's voice interrupted the silence of the car.

"I am fine." She answered without looking at her.

"You don't seem fine. You have been staring out the window since we started this journey." She noted.

"Where do you want me to look at? Your face?" She snapped. Megan let out a deep breath. "I'm sorry. Just please let me be."

After that small conversation, the rest of the journ