It's a bit angsty but please review. And as for any bad writing techniques, I'm still in high school (I'd be in middle school if I lived in USA) so my writing skills aren't perfect but I love constructive criticism, so tell me if I should improve on something.
Anyway, note that the other chapters are not set in songfic/versefic style like this chapter. And of course, I in no way own NCIS. And the lyrics are from "Not Ready To Make Nice," by Dixie Chicks.
Anyway, enjoy!
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He knelt beside the grave, bowing his head. The whistling wind whispered its condolences as he slowly raised his head, eyes coming to a rest upon the headstone.
R.I.P
Caitlin Todd
Beloved Colleague and Daughter
Killed In Action
Forgive? Sounds good.
"Beloved Colleague".
But she had been more than that to him. So much more. And he had never told her. They had spoken, well, bickered and bantered endlessly with each other, and yet, he couldn't even tell her three simple words. Could he ever forgive himself for not letting her know just how much he cared? Maybe he could. Maybe he couldn't. Things involving Kate… just remembering Kate… was just too painful and confusing.
Forget? I'm not sure I could.
He could still vividly picture her death in his mind. A rooftop. A gunshot.
And Kate.
Falling to the ground.
When he had seen her hit the cement, a bullet hole in her forehead, he had felt his world shatter. He had been planning to tell her how he felt soon. But he had left it to too late
They say… time heals everything
People had told him that he would move on, that the wounds would eventually heal. But it had been a year now and they still hadn't. He couldn't forget her; he couldn't stop regretting never telling her. He couldn't ignore the aching gap in his heart everytime he saw a picture of her, everytime he met someone with her name, everytime he came to work to no Kate.
He missed her.
Silently, Tony put the thirteen crimson roses down. Twelve real ones and one fake one; the last to show her exactly how long he would love her.
With a parting glance and a gentle sigh, he stood up and walked to his car, singing a soft tune on the way.
Forgive? Sounds good.
Forget? I'm not sure I could.
They say…
"Time heals everything"
But I'm still waiting.