The way your fingers twine with mine as we stand in front of the gravestone come close to convincing me that this- everything we did and everything we are yet to do- is Ok. No, better than Ok, it was good, marvellous, brilliant. They don't quite manage it, but they are damn close.
I drop into a slight crouch and lift my hand, caressing the now familiar wording until it stains my memory, because I can never let this part of my existence go. It will stay with me until the end, whenever that may be.
You place the flowers that you bought on to the fresh soil, knowing how much this means to me. The way everything you do links back to me in some way should make me feel guilty, and normally it does, but today I couldn't care less. Today is his day.
He died weeks ago, and we didn't attend the funeral, because his best friend wouldn't want me (or you) there, we caused the entire household too much pain to ever be welcomed there again.
My eyes follow the softly carved words again, and again.
Shane Collins.
Died aged 45, after a battle with the stars.
Loved friend, son, brother and widow.
Never stop fighting.
My throat catches as I read the widow- so, they really do consider me dead, after all. I suppose I am, really- and then look into the eyes of my saviour as he reaches for my hand. I stand, and me and Myrnin leave together, after I whisper one final goodbye.
Happy Birthday, Shane.
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Ok, not really sure what that was. Clyrnin? Past Clane? Anyway, whatever. Just a short one, now that I have finished Forgiveness bites- and no, they are not related in any way, shape or form!
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Chloe xxx