Here With Me

by LolaDoe

Two people stand in a cemetery and realize that it's so much better to have someone there to hold you. Review?

Here With Me

In the cemetery, two people stand. I am one of them, but that's normal enough, because I go here every night. The other person is more of an anomaly, and not only because I've never seen him here before.

"You're the mayor's daughter," he says. It's a statement, not a question. His voice is gruff, but not unkind. "I sold strawberries to you."

I shake my head, feeling the tears behind my eyes. "I was the mayor's daughter. Not much of anyone's daughter now, am I?" I say, with a slightly bitter undertone.

There's a silence. Then -

"There're too many people in your position," he whispers. Quietly, he moves towards me, standing next to my parents' graves.

We don't move, just basking in the comfort of having someone else there to mourn with.

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A/N: Just a drabble. Review?