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Yearly Visit
Carmelita shivered as another harsh wind passed by, ruffling her already messy fur in the process. The cold bitter weather was close to how the fox felt at that moment. Dark stormy clouds were rolling in promising rain, thunder overhead was booming in a threatening way, and that damn wind kept blowing in every direction possible. Yet, through this progressing catastrophe of a storm, she stayed stone still-glued to her standing position in front of the rock before her.
The wind somehow didn't rock her, the thunder couldn't scare her, and the clouds were ignored, passed off as something that wasn't important.
All that mattered was that rock.
"It's been a few years, huh?" She muttered, miserably she wiped away tears with the back of her hand, scraping her face slightly with the ring she adorned. It didn't hurt, and she didn't pull away. No pain could be greater than what she felt at that moment; of course, it always felt this way when she visited.
The female fox shuffled, "It has been so…so hard…without you." Her voice cracked slightly, revealing that she was not letting the sobs escape from her raw throat.
She stopped speaking for a while, and lowered her head staying silent. After regaining her words she spoke again, "I never meant for this to happen to you. You were always so full of life, ready to take on anything. I couldn't see past my damn black and white lenses could I?" Carmelita bitterly laughed, showing her definite relation to the wind growing sharper, and colder.
"You never wanted to hurt me, hell…you worshipped the ground I walked on. Always a gentlemen; honest, defending, understanding, clever, romantic, funny, and so many other great qualities." She listed thoughtfully, drifting off for a moment think of all the other things she didn't say out loud.
The vixen sighed, shaking her head, "I must think I'm God-taking your life was his job, not mine." No response was given to her ashamed tone except louder booms of thunder, and the beginning strikes of bright yellow streaks.
"It just happened so fast…" She explained, "I just don't know why you didn't move…you always moved…always dodged, or outwitted anything that was troubling to you. You always defeated what needed to be taken down…but…not that single damn fucking bullet."
Her teeth clenched, "I bet you did it on purpose." Carmelita accused with no feeling, "Just to make me feel this way." Anger rose in her voice, but she paused, "You'd never do that. I'm trying to find somebody else to blame for my mistake."
Rain began to pour down, and drench her.
She didn't move.
All that mattered was that rock…that single stone sticking out of the ground reading,
Sly Cooper
Master Thief
No thought put into it; Interpol barely agreed to give him a proper burial.
Carmelita stared on into the letters, lost for a few minutes, "I guess…I guess I should get home. You never liked when I got sick, you always fussed over me… I'll…I'll see you next year, Sly." She crouched down, and placed the bright red roses in her paws on the green grass in front of the rock, "Your favorites…romantic fool." The fox mumbled quietly.
"I love you." She whispered.
Nothing responded, and nothing ever would.
A/N: Haven't wrote an angst in awhile, so here you are.