I wrote this for a challenge (can't remember which one) but, while writing it, I lost the premise of said challenge, so I forgot I had this. Today, I was searching on my phone and found it and thought, "why not?!"
I didn't review it, so I apologize for any mistakes.
I don't own Blue Exorcist. *sighs*
He places the cup of tea in front of him.
The days are getting colder and lasting longer. The winter is coming, he can feel it in his bones.
Staring at the grave in front of him, he can't help but think of everything he's been through these past months.
He can't remember much of his childhood though. He just knows that it was a happy one but, being the simple guy that he is, he's content with that.
He opens his mouth to say something but, after a full minute without any idea to what to say, he closes it.
Yukio is better than him with words, after all.
"Fujimoto Shiro"
No thoughtful lines or anything like that. The old man never needed things like that, after all.
When he was little, Rin liked to use his fists instead of his words. He's a practical guy, always has been, so he preferred to beat first ask later.
The old man used to say that words have more power than violence. All it takes is the right word to make everything better.
Finishing his tea, he puts the cup inside of his backpack.
His eyes are warmer when he stands up.
"Thank you."
His voice is so quiet that it get lost with the sound of the wind.
His head is down and his heart feels light and heavy at the same time. The first, because he's finally in peace with himself.
Heavy because when you lose someone that you love the most, the burden of said loss will be with you forever.
If he had raised his head a minute before, he'd have seen his Father standing beside his grave, looking at his oldest with a mix of love and pride on his eyes.
Rearranging the scarf around his neck, he leaves without looking back.
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