A/N: Another fic written at LJ as a Demi/Selena and re-posted here as a Mitchie/Alex.

Disclaimer: I don't own.

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I watched as one of my best friends of all time was being buried. Silent tears streaked down my face as I watched the pile of dirt that was thrown over the box grow. A sob slipped out without my permission.

I was sort of surprised that there weren't any paparazzi around to be capturing this moment. I guess someone made sure that this would be a very private ceremony. I couldn't help but feel lost as I thought about all that we had been through. So many long walks, so many huge events in my life, for years we had been inseparable and then something this overlooked comes between us and there was nothing I could do.

I felt my bottom lip tremble as the last of the dirt was shoveled into place. A sigh slipped out and I realized that this was just a necessary step in life that happens to everyone at some point in time. As the sigh left, I changed. The sigh left and took with it more than just air. It left with my worry of the next day and left me to dwell on the present instead and embrace every minute of it.

I shifted my weight from foot to foot as an autumn breeze stirred the leaves on the ground in a jumble then into the air. With all the shades of red, yellow, and orange, the mix of leaves looked almost like fire.

The day was rather overcast and gloomy, fitting well with my mood. I liked to think of the calm, persistent breeze as the parallel to my sighs, the storm that was brewing the parallel to my spirit.

I turned to walk away from the grave that I knew I'd be visiting often and set off for the park. It was a short walk but a walk I needed, nonetheless.

I wondered over to the swings and dropped into one tiredly. This whole day was going to be miserable to get through and I knew it. I could feel it in the breeze that continued to ruffle my hair. Another sigh slipped from my lips.

I hear footsteps coming my way and I knew who it was. I didn't have to look. I had known that she was following me the second I left the funeral in search of the calm that always accompanied me here at our park.

I felt her arms catch me around my waist when the swing carried me backward and toward her. I leaned into her embrace and breathed in her vanilla scent. There was nothing in the world better than that scent on her.

"Alex, you're overreacting. It's just a pair of shoes…" My best friend said quietly to me, moving her chin to rest on my shoulder.

"It's not just a pair of shoes, Mitchie. It was my favorite pair on Converse! I hate outgrowing shoes." I said in a pout.

"Alex, we go through this every time you outgrow a pair of shoes and get a new pair. In fact, I'll tell you exactly what's going to happen! You'll be all sad for a few days, go and visit that silly grave and then you'll start to get used to your new pair. After a few weeks you won't even think about your old pair and instead will just rant to me about how good your new shoes feel, how awesome they are, how much you looooove them." Mitchie said in a sigh, letting her grasp on my waist go and moving from behind me to sit in the swing beside me.

"Will not. Those ones were special. They were the–"

"Best you ever had and there's not another pair out there in the world that could be better." Mitchie finished for me.

I sent her fake glare.

"Well they were." I pouted again.

Mitchie just sighed and moved from her swing to sit across my lap, her head snuggling into the crook of my neck. I felt her eyelashes tickle my neck as they brushed against my skin. My arms quickly found their way around her body and my favorite pair of Converse were forgotten sooner than ever before in years past.