It is the sixth year since Violet had died, and her death didn't seem any less painful. I had saved a couple of children with powers, but no one could replace Violet, my best friend. I brought flowers to her grave, even though there wasn't anything under her light gray gravestone. Why didn't have to be empty? Violet deserved a better fate the dead at 13.

I had been there for five minutes when I heard a voice saying, "I thought I told you to move on." I turned around, "Because that doesn't look like moving on." It was a lady with brown hair that was cut at her shoulders and ocean blue eyes, that were the exact same color as Violet... wait didn't she know what the last words Violet said does that mean...

"Violet?" I ask hopefully, and she nodded.

"I'm glad you're alive, and here." I told her with tears streaming down my face, the first happy ones in years.

"Me, too." She responded with tears glistening in her blue eyes, eyes I thought I would never see again.

We stayed there, sitting at empty grave crying happily, ignoring everything else. After a while we decided to get up. I stood up first, so I offered Violet my hand and said, "I really am glad you managed to get away."