I know I only made one other story for Seddie (which, for some reason I can not comprehend, sort of freaked people out or gave them nightmares ._.) But I heard the song 'Life Left To Go' bu 'SafteySuit' and it made me think of this. You should really listen to it! It's a great song. Of course I don't own anything. Reviews are nice :)
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It poured, beating down on him as he walked threw it. For once he was happy that it was raining. Pouring, beating, hurting, like she had. It masked him. His pain, his tears, everything about him. He loved the rain now, it helped him mask his feelings, kept him in check. His feet dragged against the cement, trailing lines of water that quickly disappeared behind him. He could feel his chest move up and down heavily as he slowly forced his body to continue moving forward. Everything slowed down before him. It was almost as if time had stopped since she left. He kept his head down, not wanting to see other faces of happy, joyful people. His fist's clenched tight.
What made their lives so happy? He thought.
It never was the same. He lifted his head for a minute to look up at the gray sky. His gray hoodie pulled down so he could clearly see the sky and let the rain pour over him. It looked dead, just like her eyes now. It was almost as if the sky mirrored her eyes when ever she came out. When she was around, the sky was always clear, beautiful. Now that she's gone, its always raining. Almost as if the sky misses her or is hiding her from him. He looked towards the ground and saw his own reflection in one of the puddles. He looked old, weak, gray, compared to everyone around him. There was no more life in him. His feet stopped as he looked up to the small grave.
Sam Puckett
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We'll miss you and hope there's ham in heaven.
He smiled lightly at the small etch he put in the gravestone. They had originally put Samantha but he knew she liked Sam better. He could feel the cold tears falling down his face. He fell to his knees, the sobs racking his body as he fell on the grave, his face in his hands. He could almost hear the voice in the back of his head asking, begging him.
Please don't cry Freddie.
His hands grabbed at the dirt, the sobs growing more. The voice kept ringing through his head.
Freddie, please stop. I'm gone, deal with it.
His hands stopped clawing at the dirt as he bent over, his tears falling harder with each second. The rain poured harder, more violently as his body shook more with the overflowing tears. Falling one by one. Crashing to the ground, colliding with dirt heavily.
"I didn't even get to tell you." He whispered through his tears. His hands curled around the dirt, grasping it for dear life.
He felt the rain stop suddenly. He looked up towards the sky and notice a small patch of clear blue sky, the sun shining down on Sam's grave. He smiled through his tears at the sky that looks just like her eyes.
Just like her eyes.