Dwight came to a stop, in front of a headstone he knew all too well.
Tears pricked in his eyes as he bent down and brushed some crumpled leaves, revealing the engraved writing.
Alan Houston 2001- 2009
"Hey, buddy. I'm back." The wind rustled a few leaves and Dwight smiled as his hair flew around his head. "Yeah, I missed you too."
The Windsor sat in silence for a few minutes, soaking in his brother's presence.
Suddenly the boy broke down, sobbing, "Alan, I don't know what to do. I'm hurting them, with my stupid indecision. Tha-That's why I lost you. I didn't know what to do. Only, I know I can't lose them. It's like, it's like I've got hooks in them. I'm holding them here, and they're both in pain but I won't let them go. I don't think I can let them go." He looked down sadly. "What do I do…? Should I just cut the strings? They'll be hurt at first but…but then they won't have to worry about me. And I can go back to hunting, same as I used to," Dwight looked back at the headstone, "same as we used to."
Again, a cool wind swirled around the hunter and he smiled sadly. "Thank you, Alan, so much. I love you."
With that, Dwight curled up next to the grave marker and simply laid there, embracing his little brother's spirit.
Again, I wrote this during the RP, so...there ya go!
At that point, Dwight was having issues, torn between loving the teasingly sexy and beginning to learn to love Derek Seigerson or I-must-protect-you-while-you-protect-me-from-myself/first love Micah Randall.
It was a tough choice that I still question myself about every now and then.