My Fiction. PART 2

I frowned, sitting at the picnic table. My dark brown, wavy hair, hung over my shoulders, shielding my face from the burning sun. Laughter was coming from behind me, from my little cousins. We were at the memorial to celebrate family, and to mourn the dead. I was by my great, great, great grandmother’s grave—her name was Marilyn. Apparently, as the story goes, she died waiting for her lost love. No one could figure out who it was, perhaps Grampa Roy?
No. She didn’t whisper his name in her sleep—everyone knew she hated the old dog, for treating her the way he did. I smiled at the thought. She was weak though—unable to do any harm against him. That was the way of the town back then. “Excuse me…” A voice said. My eyebrows went up at the unfamiliar voice, and I leaned back—looking up. A pale guy—about eighteen or nineteen, was standing behind me; leaning on his right foot—hand in his pocket. His other hand held a single rose.
His hair hung around his face shaggily, his eyes bright blue. His eyes widened when he took in my appearance. Sure my eyes freaked people out, but I wasn’t that astonishing—was I? They were a cross between blue and green, kind of like a cats, and they changed color, depending on the light.
“I, um, was looking for someone.” He said.
His voice held something that sounded like old time southern. It was really hard to detect though. “Who?” I asked, glancing at one of the little boys playing in the sandbox nearby.
“Her name is Marilyn, a relative of a friend I presume. He couldn’t make it here today, so he asked me to put a rose on her grave.”
My eyes darted back to him. “What friend?” I stood up.
Every person in my small family was here—aunts, uncles, and grandparents. My parents were dead. He swallowed, and looked around. “Can you just tell me where her grave is?”
I pointed behind him. “Marilyn Moscowits. My great, great, great grandmother. Your friend would be here if there was one.”
He turned to the grave, casting a sharp glance at me. “And what’s your name?”
“Rosalyn. Call me Rose.”