Summary:The flag lied as limp as death over the coffin. Her tears threatened to drown her, but she had to live. Because he still did. He followed her through every heartbreak, though his no longer beat. She wished for death over anything. Not a oneshot.

Angel by Sarah McLachlan. Look it up on youtube. Before reading.


Spend all your time waiting

For a second chance

For a break that would make it okay

I need some distraction

Oh beautiful release

Memory seeps from my veins

He stood in the shelter of the thick evergreens, watching his own burial in front of him. The black horses pulled the cart with his empty coffin; the American flag draped over it fluttered and swayed lightly. His seven other brothers from his command, dressed and polished in their uniforms, their cocked rifles had respectively out in front of them, walked alongside the marching animals. Next came all the ladies and gentleman dressed in black, blowing their noses or sobbing into tissues.

But the only person who mattered in the crowd before him was the petite girl with long, mahogany hair tied back in a blood red ribbon. Her father led her numbly across the wet grass to his grave site. Tears were pouring down her face in masses, but she did nothing to wipe them away. The beautiful girl just let them fall with the slight sprinkle from the clouds above.

Why?

He would have rather died a hundred deaths in the war, or anywhere for that matter, just to take his beautiful almost-bride-to-be out of this pain.

She pulled away from her father and ran to the lip of the hole. Her pink lips opened in a silent scream as she watched his brothers lower his supposed body into the ground. Her hands clenched into the mud surrounding her, but she didn't have any knowledge of where she was anymore. The only thing she knew was pain.

She tilted her pretty face to the heavens and screamed, sobs choking her. Several people stepped forward to go to her, but thankfully her father stopped them. They all watched helplessly as the rivers ran down her face, drowning her already dead heart.

"Why?" she cried hoarsely into the rain, "Why did you take him?"

He felt his non-beating heart shatter as he watched her frail hands grip the edge of the hole while she crumpled into a ball.

"Bella," he whispered inaudibly to himself. He choked on dry sobs, wishing for nothing more than to be the one crying with his love.

Let me be empty

And weightless and maybe

I'll find some peace tonight

Slowly, her screams faded, only leaving quaking sobs. Her chest ripped open every time she felt someone's hands on my back or words in her ear as people started to disperse, for every hand she felt was his and every sound she heard came from his mouth.

She distantly watched her love's brothers from the field empty the soil back into the grave, and silently wondered about jumping in there and curling up with him. She already felt dead anyways. She had nothing left to live for now that he's dead.

The final thought crashed through her mind, blinding her with pain and burning the inside of her skull. The weeping girl's hands came up to claw at her head and her empty stomach heaved. But, she had nothing to give.

Nothing to give. Nothing to live for.

Life was meaningless.

In the arms of the angel

Fly away from here

From this dark, cold meadow here

And the endlessness you fear

Of your silent reverie

You're in the arms of the angel

May you find some comfort there


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