ANDYS POV


I woke up, smiling. I had dreamed about Alice, and the gravestone with the humming. I rolled off the bed, and decided to go back to the graveyard, to see if Alice was there, or to see if the picture had defrosted. I got dressed, and put on a scarf to, because it had gotten colder during the night. I left the house, and got into the car.

I pulled up at the graveyard and walked inside. I walked towards the willow tree.....And saw a blonde haired girl, sitting below the tree, cradeling the rose I had put on the gravestone the day before. I smiled, and walked over to Alice. "Hi." I said, and she jumped a foot, dropping the rose onto the floor. "Jesus don't do that." She said, placing a hand on her chest and breathing out deeply. "Sorry." I said, sitting down beside her. She picked up the rose again, gently holding it in her hands. "It's ok. Someone left this on that grave last night." She said, looking down at the rose. "I know. It was me." I said, and she looked up at me, her eyes soft.
"Really?"
"Yep."
"No one's left anything here for years. I think she might have a soft spot for you now."
"Oh yeah, and how can you tell?"
"Well if she starts humming song when your around that'll be a sign."

I stopped, thinking. She was humming yesterday. I smiled, and looked down into my lap. "She hummed didn't she?"
"Yes she did."
"Well she definatly has a soft spot for you. Trust me I know. I knew her when she was alive."
"Really?"
"Yep. She was close to me. And those two graves are her parents."
"Cool. Well I think she's cool, and a good singer."

Alice looked down at the floor, and I could tell that she was hiding her blushing face behind her hair. I gently pulled it back, and pulled her closer to me. Our noses were touching, and she gently dropped the rose, and let it fall to the ground. I leaned in a little closer, until our lips were a few inches away from eachother. "Andy I....." She started, but I gently leaned forward and locked our lips. She kissed me back and her arms found there way around my neck, and I wrapped mine around her waist. Her lips were cold, but were soft at the same time, and tasted slightly of cherry lipgloss. She pulled away,and let go of me. "Andy....I can't do this. We can't do this." She said her eyes having tears prick at her eyes.

"Why not?"
"Because....Theres to many things that could go wrong. It's impossible and even if we try we'll fall through the cracks.."
"What cracks? I don't understand Alice."
"You wouldent understand. There is no way you could ever understand."
"Understand what? Alice I might understand if you just told me." I said, and she got up, off the floor. "Look Andy I can't tell you, even if I wanted to. I have to go." She said, and I stood up, and nodded at her.

She nodded, and giving me a weak smile, walked away from the willow tree. I could hear her crying gently, and I let my own tears fall. I dropped to the willow tree, and wiped my eyes, trying to stop the tears from falling. I looked down at the rose, and gently moved it back to the gravestone. I looked up at it, and noticed that the picture had defrosted slightly, so I rubbed away the water with my thumb, reveling the picture. The girl had long blonde hair, and looked extreamly familiar. I couldent see her eyes properly because of how old the picture is. I sighed, and got up off the floor, and got into my car.


I drove around for ages, until I came across an old antique shop. I decided to go inside and look around to get my mind off Alice. I walked around, and came across a box of old photos. I was flicking through them.....and stopped. There was a picture of an girl with long blonde hair, and dark eyes. It was the picture at the gravestone......And the girl I had kissed over an hour ago. I looked at the photo in shock. How could the girl in this picture, and in the picture on the gravestone....be Alice? I walked to the front of the shop, and to the counter. There was an old man with a thick white beard sitting in a chair, reading the newspaper.

"Hi. Can you help me out a second?" I askes, and the man smiled at me, and got up out of his chair, his bones creaking as he walked. "Of course young man. How can I help?"
"Can you tell me who she is please?" I asked, showing him the picture. He placed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and studded the picture. "This is younf Alice Kingsly. She was a beautiful young woman, but it all ended so tragically."
"Why? What happened to her?"
"Her mother was worried that she hadn't got a boyfriend, so she set her up with a young man from her school. They got on great.....When people were there. Its what happened behind closed doors that led to her sudden death. Her boyfriend beat her and beat her until one day he threw her down the stairs, and she snapped her neck. It killed her instantly. Its said that to this day, she can be seen sitting in the willow tree, humming or singing the song that she wrote, a week before she was killed."

I stood there, in ore. Maybe the Alice had been talking to, wasthe Alice who was killed. But that was impossible wasnt it? "I'll take this." I said, and the man smiled at me, and I payed for the photo. I needed to go to see Alice. I needed to know the truth, no matter how painful it may be....