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A tall man walked through the thick forest. It was late autumn, the cusp of becoming an icy winter. Every leaf was a rich red, vivid orange, bright yellow, or dry brown as the crunched under the man's feet.
The man was not in a hurry, but he was not ambling along, either. He looked up and observed the songbirds in the trees. A little robin flitted through the bare branches, making a tiny smile ease it's way across the man's face. Such a pretty bird.
His hand casually dragged against the scratchy bark of a tree as he came to a modest clearing. He shifted his weight to lightly lean against the tree, taking a deep breath and inhaling the smell of moist soil and dead leaves. The air was silent; no wind, no scurrying animals, not even the music of the songbirds.
He exhaled and stepped into the clearing, coming closer and closer to the centerpiece – a grey, stone grave marker, an angel sculpted into the center. His tombstone. He was here. The man stopped in front of the grave marker and knelt to the ground. He ran his fingers over the tiny sculpted angel wings, imagining the cold, cemented feathers soft and light. Then, he brought his fingers up the tombstone to trace it's owner's first name. His finger fit inside each chiseled letter perfectly: J. I. Z. A. B. E. L. He remembered the name well.
The man settled himself against the side of the marker, resting his head against it.
"It's me," he began, "Cassian. You probably already know that, though," his head dipped a bit and a soft nostalgic expression drifted across his face. "How're things? Probably pretty nice. It's a really pretty day," He glanced up through the naked branches to a crisp blue sky. Cassian was silent for several minutes. He listened to the sound of the stillness, the complete and utter silence, and reached across his body to run a finger over the J once more.
"You know, I miss you," A single tear raced down his right cheek and plummeted to the ground, only to saturate it even more.
Cassian sat still for hours, unmoving and listening to the nothingness, imagining Jizabel's voice in his head, until the world was bathed in inky orange light. He stirred and got to his feet, placing his right hand on the marker, glimpsing his thick white scar. He leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on the pointed tip of the marker, caressing it in with his thumb.
"Well… I'll be going now, I guess. I'm glad I got to spend time with you today," Another soft smile danced across his face. Cassian turned to leave, glancing once over his shoulder, and made his way into the still forest and the oncoming night.
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A/N: Sorry if the ending kinda sucked. I was writing on my bed, and fell asleep right in the middle... -_- I honestly have no idea what made me write this. D: Oh well. I hope you enjoyed. :3