Lo How A Rose E'er Blooming (In Progress)
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Jericho Antares
FAKKU Writer
A blood-red rose bloomed in the fresh snow, slowly dying. Next to it a man sat on his knees, his jeans wet and his shoulders shaking. Small wisps of warm breath puffed into the air.
Twelve years. Most people would ask what has happened in that time. William Royce only ever thought of what had stayed the same. His best friend was still dead. Still killed by something that never should've done harm. And he was still there on the same day at the same time, crying cold tears with hot breaths. In an empty graveyard on Christmas, Will Royce cried his deepest sorrows out to a world that wants nothing but joy.
Confident that none would hear and even less would care, Will bore his soul to the stone edifice, listing all of his sins. The girl he had loved and blown it with. The test he almost passed. The people he lied to. The people he hurt. The best friend he had killed. If anyone deserved to know, it was the body under that stone monument. They don't get out much anymore, and these were things meant for the dead anyway.
"Goodbye, Caitlyn. I'm sorry I ever loved you." He finally said, placing a hand on the headstone." The stone chilled his palm and sent a shiver down his spine. "Don't worry, I won't be bothering you again."
Will stood and put a hand in his coat pocket, his thumb flipping the edges of a plane ticket. When the 13th year hits at least something will have changed: he won't be here either.
With one last glance spared for the lonely grave, he turned and walked away for what he knew to be the last time. His already dark mood soured at the prospect, but this was what was best--for the both of them. He concentrated only on the crunching of the snow under his boots.
Twelve years. Most people would ask what has happened in that time. William Royce only ever thought of what had stayed the same. His best friend was still dead. Still killed by something that never should've done harm. And he was still there on the same day at the same time, crying cold tears with hot breaths. In an empty graveyard on Christmas, Will Royce cried his deepest sorrows out to a world that wants nothing but joy.
Confident that none would hear and even less would care, Will bore his soul to the stone edifice, listing all of his sins. The girl he had loved and blown it with. The test he almost passed. The people he lied to. The people he hurt. The best friend he had killed. If anyone deserved to know, it was the body under that stone monument. They don't get out much anymore, and these were things meant for the dead anyway.
"Goodbye, Caitlyn. I'm sorry I ever loved you." He finally said, placing a hand on the headstone." The stone chilled his palm and sent a shiver down his spine. "Don't worry, I won't be bothering you again."
Will stood and put a hand in his coat pocket, his thumb flipping the edges of a plane ticket. When the 13th year hits at least something will have changed: he won't be here either.
With one last glance spared for the lonely grave, he turned and walked away for what he knew to be the last time. His already dark mood soured at the prospect, but this was what was best--for the both of them. He concentrated only on the crunching of the snow under his boots.
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Xenon
FAKKU Writer
This gives me deja vu to a piece you wrote about a year ago. I can see why you wanted to save it.