Entry for Week 3 of the Drabble Competition

Characters: Roxy, Bloom; Prompt: Precious

Word Count (minus A/Ns): 449

I stood at his grave, still and solemn. My hands were clasped together as I tried to keep myself composed. Tears blurred my vision but instead of holding them in like I had the previous times, I let them slip down my cheeks.

Just last month, my father and I had had our sixth argument before the accident.

The accident… my father was dead. My father died because of his anger towards me.

I remembered the phone call from the hospital, the phone call in which that woman said my father was involved in a crash with a lorry. That the odds of survival for him were critically low.

I remembered the distressed look on the doctor's face as she told me: 'I'm sorry. There's little chance that your father will make it. We think it would be best if we turn the life support off.'

I made no move to wipe my tears, which had now increased in frequency. The memories were the worst part. They made me double over in guilt because I remembered the last words I said to him: I don't need you. I can survive on my own.

I can't. I can't survive by myself. In a month I had spiralled into depression. I knew I had support from my girlfriend's family, who happily took me in, but still I felt guilty, dispirited. I had lost my father.

Suddenly, I felt a hand squeeze mine. I knew who it was immediately.

Bloom hugged me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. She stood silently, not making a sound, just letting me cry. I took this opportunity to fully let out all emotions I had been holding in. I didn't hold anything back. I let it all go.

Even when I had finished, which felt like years later, she didn't let me go. We stood in that position for ages wordlessly. She knew that I needed this. I knew that this was the first step to getting better.

Eventually, she held me at arm's length, studying me. 'Hey,' she whispered. 'Listen. It's OK. It's all OK. We're here for you, Precious. We're all behind you.'

I managed a small smile at the use of her nickname for me. She held my hands in hers. 'Everything will be OK, Roxy. I promise you. With time, it all gets better. You just need to believe that it will.

'I know you can get through this. I believe in you.'

I hugged her again. Her words had alighted a small splash of hope within me.

It could all be alright. It could turn out to be fine. I could get better.

I just had to have faith in myself.

A/N: Hey guys! This is my third entry for this competition.

And guys, we have four participants in the competition this week! Apart from me, there's: Gemma Cane, ShadeofLight and PierceTheVeils. Please pay them a visit when their drabbles are up. Or if you can... join in! It's so much fun! Thanks to Pani Drzwi for creating this awesome competition. It's really appreciated.