Authors Note: I don't own Psych. Inspired by the line from Green Day's 21 Guns : "Like a liar looking for forgiveness from a stone." Character Death****
The wind blew slightly, not enough to deafen him as he stood on the hard-packed earth. Despite his jacket a cold chill ran down Shawn Spencer's spine.
For once he wasn't smiling, he wasn't frowning either. Raw pain and loss had replaced the joy and laughing in his eyes, but that had happened long ago.
Or, at least it seemed long ago, what was it?
Yesterday?
Last week?
Last month?
Last year?
No. Two weeks ago.
Shawn knelt down and read the second date. Yeah. Two weeks ago.
"Hey." His voice came out has hardly a whisper, "I have been here since....you know."
He stood up fully, but his shoulders where moved slightly forward, giving him a hunched look.
"I'm sorry." Tears shone in his eyes, but he refused to let them fall.
"I'm sorry I lied, I'm sorry I made you join me. I'm an idiot!" He fell to his knees, "I'm more than an idiot, I should be considered a killer. I never should have faked being psychic. If I didn't you'd be happy, happy living whatever life you wanted."
He lapsed into silence.
"SHAWN!" The panicked female voice cut through the silence a minute later. He could here her out of breath once she reached him, "Thank god you're ok."
"..Jules..." Shawn didn't even look up to acknowledge her. He turned from her, he didn't want her to see. To see the pain, to see him cry.
multiple footsteps approached him, Lassiter's gruff voice reached him first, "What the hell where you thinking Spencer? He's still out there, and he could be after you next."
"I'm sorry."
Juliet went to put her hand on his shoulder, but Shawn moved to a standing position to fast. He took one last look at the gravestone before him.
"It's all my fault. I'm so sorry Gus."