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It had taken a lot of convincing on her part to get her father to drive her over to the graveyard. Mr. Weaver was convinced that only teenage hooligans hung out at the graveyard, and he did not want his precious daughter to fall in with a bad crowd. It was only when Yvette had told him he could join her that he had been willing to let her visit the tombstones of the Barren Pines victims that were not as fortunate as herself.

She had insisted that Daddy dress up nicely for the occasion, so he wore a casual suit (though for him, this was extreme formal). The girl wore a rather large and cushy jacket that seemed to be trench coat length. Her boots crunched over the snow lightly, while her father's large feet heavily made imprints behind her.

"I wish we had been able to buy more flowers, Daddy," she whimpered out slightly as she held onto the one single rose that they had been able to afford. The winter had seen to a lack of wild flowers about her house, which would have been her usual method of obtaining blooms. So she and her father had purchased a single rose so that they wouldn't appear empty-handed. Could they really afford purchasing the single rose? Not really, but Daddy had been kind this time around.

The dark-haired girl held onto her father's large hand and guided him to where the tombstones were. They were silent as they approached, and gradually as they drew closer, they had been able to see another girl close to Yvette's age. She was blonde and had a decent tan for this time of year. Had it been a boy, Mr. Weaver might have crowed out something about being right all along, but since pigtails were rarely a sign of masculinity, he kept his mouth shut.

The girl edged forward, next to the girl, clutching the single rose to her chest. Mr. Weaver, who towered over both the girls, placed his hands on his daughter's shoulders, as if trying to be supportive of her effort.

"It is nice to see that two girls seem to care enough for their fellow classmates to pay their respects," he quietly murmured before completely quieting down.

Mr. Weaver looked to the other girl as she glanced to him, and he literally did a double take! Maybe he had been right after all. This girl's makeup was way too strange to be part of a good crowd! Subconsciously, he nudged Yvette away from the girl.

Unlike the girl next to her, Yvette had a good memory for all the names on the stones. Did she know everyone on each tombstone personally? Not so much, but she could at least put names to faces. In fact, when she finally managed to pull her eyes off the stones to the girl next to her, she once again found a familiar face there to greet her. "I'm... I'm glad also, Melody, that there's someone else here to pay respects." She offered a weak smile before returning her gaze to the stones.

She saw the name Kimmie, and she saw the name Alease, and she couldn't help but tear up slightly. These two had been her friends. Maybe not the closest friends, but friends, nonetheless. She placed one hand on her father's much larger one and gave it a squeeze, and the man obediently let go of her for a moment. The dark-haired girl knelt down and placed her single rose in front of Kimmie's stone. It was easier to put it in front of the stone of someone you knew. As she stood up again, she had to pause to rub a tear away from her eye, but she couldn't help but voice her sorrow over the issue of flowers again. "I wish we had been able to buy more flowers..."

Firmly, Mr. Weaver replaced his hand on the girl's shoulder and attempted to reassure her with a gruff "You should pray for them, baby. I don't think they will be upset with you for not bringing everyone a flower, especially if you pray for all their well being."

Both father and daughter turned towards Melody and looked towards her offering. Mr. Weaver said nothing, but he couldn't help but notice the strange girl's kindness. It wasn't like there was much he could say without sounding like a jackass. "Thanks for the flowers" would almost sound like he had been expecting someone to take them as a charity case.

Yvette, however, was not nearly as shy about offering her gratitude. "Th-thank you, Melody. A-are you sure though? They were your flowers." Yvette probably didn't realize it, but she was giving this girl the puppy eyes. The ones that could melt any man's heart within a minute. Her delicate fingers hesitantly drew closer to the offered flowers, still uncertain as to whether this girl's offer was 100% okay.

The explanation did not seem to be good enough for Yvette. She shook her head, then with one hand she reached to the flowers, and her other hand held the tan girl's hand up close so they were both holding onto the flowers.

"How about, we offer the flowers together? I-i'd feel bad taking your flowers." If there was one thing the girl did, it was over think things. It was obvious that Melody was just saying that because Yvette had been so stupid to vocalize that she wanted to bring more flowers. She appreciated the offer, but it was a pity offer, and that just weighed down on the shy girl more than she could bear.

Mr. Weaver, in an effort to support his daughter, nodded his head and agreed aloud. "Yes, I think that's an excellent idea. There's no rule against sharing flowers, and both of you can offer your prayers afterward!" He offered a large smile before kissing his daughter on the cheek. He took "supportive parent" to a whole different extreme at times, but for now he was being manageable. He gave her a gentle nudge forward, as if encouraging both girls to get this over with.

"'kay, Daddy!" she squeaked slightly before turning to Melody with the sweetest of smiles. "Shall we?"

Mr. Weaver remained where he had been standing and watched as the two girls approached a tombstone. Yvette kept looking up to Melody, as if trying to match her pace so she wasn't going too fast or too slow. When they were close enough, the girl touched one of the flowers, before holding it out so that the blonde could also take a hold of it. Together, they'd put the flower down, and for a brief moment, Yvette closed her eyes and drew her hands in front of her (in a childish fashion) to pray quietly for Joanne Bard. Praying for all of the departed souls at one time seemed a bit less personal, so the quiet girl had decided each student she had known at one time would get a prayer.

When her short prayer was finished, she returned her hand to the flowers and looked to the other girl so she could once again mimic her motions.

Silently, the two continued this practice of putting down a flower, and praying in front of each stone. They passed Sebastien, Quinn, Evelyn, Lucas, Terrence, Alease, Vera, Samuel, Leonette, and many others. It was a very calm scene, despite how depressing the whole ordeal could have been seen. Each time Yvette prayed, she did so obediently in the fashion she had been taught as a child, eyes closed, hands folded together.

The man stood there and watched without saying a word, but seemed relatively moved by both the girls' kindness. He smiled a soft smile, which looked a bit strange upon his relatively rugged face.

By the time the girls had finished their rounds, the darker haired girl of the pair looked as if she was on the verge of tears. Going through all the stones only reminded her of how serious the whole ordeal had been. It was one thing to mourn people you didn't really know, but being able to remember their faces seemed to be too much of a burden for a frail girl such as Yvette. There were no more flowers to be had, but Yvette's hand reached over to Melody's once more, and this time she held onto it as firmly as her gentle hands could. It was hard to tell, but due to the hand contact, Melody would be able to tell that the girl was now trembling.

"I... I will miss them all..." she confessed, her voice distorted from the emotions starting to rush through her.

If anyone was paying attention to Mr. Weaver, they might have laughed (if they were stupid and didn't value living) at his current expression. He looked as if he was on the verge of tears as well, but it was strictly due to how sad his daughter looked. She was the most caring person he had ever known, and he was so proud to be her father! He literally bit at his thumb as he watched as quietly as he could.

It was the straw that broke the camels back. The hug was all she needed to feel comforted into releasing all the bottled up emotions. She hardly knew Melody as a person, and strictly knew she had gone to Barren Pines with her, but now she was sobbing into her shoulder, getting her clothing wet with her tears. Almost like a helpless animal, she trembled and clung to the other girl. Between tiny sobs, she managed to choke out "I will, I'll remember them all!"