Just another oneshot…

Waterworks

One's comfort cannot be determined on a general scale; however, my comfort is determined by my mood. Comfort for me is usually done by Reed, who grabs me to his hard rock chest and cradles me until my worries are over. However, not this time, not even Reed could help with this pain.

This time, tears are my only comfort. It is not very healthy to keep your emotions cooped up inside you. Emotions can be very deadly and hazardous if not released. For me, my tears release my emotions, everything from anguish to pain to happiness to jubilance. Tears are my real solace. No one or anything else can help me deal with this pain better than my tears.

Tears is usually related to water droplets trailing on a window or raindrops during a hard rainfall. My tears are compared to a waterfall, with the water rushing down over the cliff as it is down my cheeks. Wiping my tears away is as good as keeping unwanted emotions cooped up inside. Crying is the only way I can deal with the hurt brought on by this event.

Reed's death was the only thing no one could help me with. Reed helped to keep my mind off the things I had trouble with. However, Reed's death was an obvious exception.

We were just celebrating our first anniversary when a masked man ran by our side and stabbed a knife into Reed's side. My eyes were frozen as I saw him fall to the ground with a thud, with his hand holding his side. Later, in the hospital, he was pronounced dead. It seemed that the man was an enemy of ours.

I finally, after hours and days of crying, accepted to go to his funeral. Everyone in my family were doubtful, but I assured them that I would be fine. We had a funeral and were in the crowd. When Reed's body was lowered into the grave, I couldn't help but turn away into my brother's chest and cry.

He brushed away a strand of hair behind my ear, and let him be my comfort, even though I knew that tears could be my real solace. Reed's death could only be dealt with tears. Tears helped me realize that he was gone forever.

My boyfriend who I wanted to live a thorough life with, dead. It was a very hard thought to think, and I stayed cradled in Johnny's arms until everyone left. I walked over to his grave and read his tombstone.

Reed Richards

Loved by many

Loving son

'Love is strong but delicate. It can be broken. To truly love is to understand this. To be in love is to respect this'- Stephen Parker

I laid the white rose I had brought, and laid it on his grave. Crying slightly, I walked back to Johnny, who held his arms wide open for me, regardless if tears were my real solace. He just wanted to be there for me while my waterworks helped me deal with this pain.

I know that it's a bit short, but is it still good?

Forgiveness is the scent that a rose leaves on the heel that crushes it.

-Rosefire