A/N: I know it isn't Valentine's Day. I know, but take a listen to Linkin's Park Valentine's Day.
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Rewrote this because I'm an idiot who can't make up his mind.
A person walks by a sidewalk wearing a black jacket and a white t shirt underneath, continues on walking further before entering a florist's grabbing and buying a bouquet of roses.
As the person passes the bills before leaving and walks down the street towards a cemetery. It was supposed to be a happy day for them. Their wedding in a church chapel, a honeymoon in England, have children and see them grow up. It all changed that moment.
That moment haunts everytime in the nightmares of his sleep. The sounds of metal scrunched up and screams of help and agony. The sight of blood around him. He hates himself at night. He wishes to be with her. Every night he drowns himself with drink to kill the pain inside his heart.
Walking around the street, he sees the nearby diner, they used to hang out there, with all the others, further down, a small movie theater, they watched "The Fault in Our Stars" there. As people walk out if the theater, he sees many couples, holding hands, laughing, being happy, as he walks down further. As black clouds start gathering round.
Cold wind blows against this lonely person walking up to the tall metal gates of the cemetery, pushing them open and walking pass the small post to enter this cold and dreary place where the dead lie in the ground in unending slumber.
He vaguely remembers the ceremony. Many turned up. As they lowered the casket down he almost broke down there. With every ounce of his will power he said his last prayers to her.
Dark clouds loomed over the sky, the wind rough and unending. As the person walks further into the cemetery. Various headstones and names, coins and flowers on some of them as the person finds a headstone with a familiar name inscribed on it.
The person stops and looks down before saying in a hesitant tone. "I had always loved you. I always had. But I guess it's too late. We were supposed to get married, start a family. But I guess fate has other plans. You're gone and I'm stuck here without you. I hope you wait for me." He then kneels and places the bouquet of roses there.
On this dark and dreary day, nobody's there in the cemetery, as the person proceeds to break down, leans against the headstone and starts crying. As the rain began falling from the sky, drenching everything below.
As the person slowly gets up from the gravestone, wiping the tears from his face before walking along, in the rain. The walk back would be miserable.
Maybe just maybe, life could get better, but it wouldn't be the same without her. She was someone that made his heart whole.
Maybe one day they would meet again, who knows. Maybe one day he would stop hating himself, accept that it wasn't his fault and that life was just painful . Maybe one day, she would come back to him. Maybe.
A/N: I know this is depressing. I'm sorry. I'm just not feeling in the right state of mind.
