"Sorry, mom." Rose murmured, numbly sitting in front of the grave. She did the same thing every year, but it didn't make this time any easier. "Sorry I used to argue with you. Sorry I used to cry and scream when you made me do things I didn't want. I'm sorry that I couldn't help you." At this point, the blonde was crying and she didn't even realize it. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, god I'm so sorry."