Left Untouched
Based on the final couple of chapters too "Teenagers" written by the very talented Hurricane13.
As I made my way through the cemetery, I felt the need to side step the various stones and markers that lay around the grave yard aligned in neat rows. As my mind filtered in the names searching for a specific one I shuddered knowing that my beloved was amongst them in this cold damp earth.
I couldn't believe what had happened, I couldn't understand why, but could I blame him for the steps he took, when no one offered to help ease his pain. He was just a kid, someone in need of help and maybe a little understanding.
I had seen the bullying that went on around him; I had seen the despair he faced each time he stepped off the school bus each morning. I knew what would happen as he walked through those doors, and I knew I could do nothing to stop the torment that would come from his peers.
So truthfully the news came as no surprise, though it was sad, it was also in his mind justified. You can only push someone so far, before he lashes out in anger. I just wish everyone had realized that, I just wish he had known how much I cared for him.
I knew he was hurting and being made to feel like dirt. I knew I should have said something, but it wasn't my place, or so I thought. I blame myself in many ways, because I saw the signs, and yet I didn't befriend him, and I didn't lend a hand when he needed some compassion.
I'd see him around school and smile, but his eyes were always focused on one other. Cody Martin wasn't a bad guy but I also knew he couldn't love him the way I could. I knew that he couldn't give him what he needed, but that didn't stop him from adoring the blond boy, or stealing quick glances that only I saw.
He was such a beautiful person, with such a tormented soul. If he ever was truly happy I couldn't tell. I learned to admire from afar, to keep my desires hidden; because I knew in my heart they wouldn't be reciprocated.
No his heart was spoken for by someone who didn't know the treasure he held in his hands, but I did, I knew. I was such a fool not to speak up and let him know I was around. One word could have changed so much.
But sadly that's all in the past, and I will always live with that regret and that heartache, for you my love are laying here now in this cold grave inaccessible to my touch. If only I could turn back the clock, I would walk up to you and take your hand in mine, and let you know how I feel, show you how much you were truly loved.
Kneeling down Mark Steelman laid a rose next to the tombstone sitting in front of him. Placing two fingers against his lips as he then traced the lettering on the flat surface. Feeling a warm wind surround him he smiled choosing to believe his thoughts had been heard.
"Goodbye my tortured angel, sleep well until we meet I shall think of you."
AN: Originally written for a possible collection The Hurricane was thinking of compiling. This is an added chapter to his amazing story. If you haven't yet I recommend you read "Teenagers" it will leave you guessing to the end. Also keep a box of tissue handy. :)