It was mid-winter in Virginia , when I stood in the cold lonesome graveyard, amid the blankets of snow and the dead flowers left until spring. I had no real reason to be here anymore , she was back. I visited my best friend here, every chance I got. Sometimes I would stay for minutes, even hours. Some days at the base of the weeping willow by her grave I would weep too , my cries silently joining the sound of the wind. Today I needed to be here , to trace my fingers across the letters that spelled Emily Prentiss. I had to stare at the words; the best words we could come up with to describe her. Even three words as true as fidelity, bravery and integrity , were not enough to describe Emily. No words would ever be enough.
How can you describe a woman like Emily? You can't , you just had to be there ;for all the moments , all the little things that make up Emily. All the quirky little things , that if you were lucky enough , she would let you see. All the years I had spent with her crumbled violently to the ground on March 7, 2011 , yet it was built up again on September 21 , 2011. The months leading up into September were pure hell. That's why I had to come here today.
It hasn't been hard to tell Emily isn't the same after she came back. Just a shell of the women she once was. Everyday I see my friend breaking , hurting and dying inside. She can't hide from me , just as it's useless to hide from her. I think a part of her died that day , or that part is barely hanging on. So today , I place a final rose on her grave and I whisper
" Hang on , Princess. He didn't win."
I brush snow off of a bench under the willow , the coldness numbing my hands. I sit for a few moments , saying a silent prayer , a thank you that my best friend was alive today. The trees whisper a winter song , and I lose my train of thought. The glistening snow is all over my feet , and for the first time all day I feel violent cold spread throughout my body , a wave of freezing water. I leave the grave , completely illuminated by the sun. I know it will be the last time I come here , So I silently say my goodbye to the place that had oddly brought me comfort over the monstrous seven months. I leave the grave, the only trace of me being the petals in the snow.
My birthday was the day Emily came back fun fact! Let me know what you thought , did it suck? Any other friendship pairings you might want to hear about?