The Rose Petals Fall

Bartholomew looked out of the window in her room that faced out which had been opened by someone. Bartholomew did his usual routine with the daisies and walked outside the house. the rain drizzled above him as he searched the ground to see if there were any foot prints that had been left behind, if anyone did enter the house other than himself. He rushed out to the sidewalk where he met the harsh rain fall. The droplets fell like lead and hit the ground with rage and agony like a woman meeting her untimely demise. Bartholomew thought about the house so much but yet couldn't do anything due to the fact that it was abandoned. Everything in the house was only owned by no one but a specter. There was no carriage in sight that could take him away, so Bartholomew started to walk. He made his to Melbury and furthered himself form the house. He soon found himself talking to Juliana, a sweet and gentle woman that had found love with a lily in her hand. "Good evening, my dear. How may you have been doing?" Bartholomew greeted. I have been doing quite well lately Bartholomew since she had passed away." Juliana said. She had lost her grandmother not to long ago and was left with grief hanging over her shoulders. Juliana's grandfather had died about two weeks before her grandmother's death. "I still believe that they will be happy together. She was always depressed when I wanted to talk to her." Juliana said as she smiled with tears falling.