Graveyard

@Alexander "Okay." Jia said waving back. "See you." She said sighing then looking around again.

@Jia "Right." Taeji looked at her with a smile. "Okay I have to go do some work. I will see you later." He waved and walked away leaving Jia in the graveyard.

@Seo Taeji Jia nodded in agreement. "I think that if a graveyard isn't eerie," she said chuckling slightly. "then it shouldn't be a graveyard."

@Jia "That is good. If it wasn't eerie I wouldn't know what to do with it." Taeji laughed and looked around the place one more time.

@Seo Taeji "I know that." She said continuing her laughter. "It was a joke." She said looking around. "But this is an eerie graveyard." She said.

@Jia Taeji looked at her. "Um what?" He laughed a little. "Ghost are not trying to kill us.

@Seo Taeji Jia shrugged her shoulder. "I just came here cause I was bored." She said with a sigh. "But it does seem like a place that I can think," she took a breath. "You know other than the fact that there are ghost trying to kill us here." She said with a chuckle.

@Jia Taeji laughed. "I'm sorry. I'm good." He looked at the graveyard. "Do you like coming here often?"

@Seo Taeji Jia jumped slightly at the voice, she looked over to see who it was. "Oh hey Taeji." She said with a smile. "Don't scare me." She said changing her smile to a death glare. "But I'm fine, and you?" She asked tilting her head to the side a little.

Taiji walked into the graveyard and noticed that Jia was here as well. He walks over to her quietly. Takes a silent breath. "How are you Jia?" He said in a soft voice hoping that she would jump.

Jia walked into the graveyard and looked around. She shivered as she felt a chill go down her spine. She was bored and wanted something to do, and so that's why she decided to visit the graveyard. 'Why the graveyard?' She thought to herself she walked around until she found a bench and decided to sit on it.

Minzy walks through the misty graveyard silently, looking at various stones and markers. The hearts bound in ribbons for the happy old couple, the angel for the daughter taken too soon, and the stones marked with just John or Jane Doe and dates of death. Without realizing it she has begun to weep over a smallish stone, polished black marble. It has a name that has been scratched out long ago, just the inscription is left: Taken by God, Kept in Our hearts. She pulls out a notepad and begins to write, silently wiping tears as she goes.