Authors notes: I am rewriting this. No reason. Also I am a HORRIBLE writer. So constructive critism will be LOVED. Also I do tend to make up things that aren't true. O.o then again, don't we all?
Disclamer: I do not own.
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Graveyard.
The shadows crawled over the empty graveyard. A cold wind blew. Merry closed his eyes, a slight whimper escaping from his pale lips.
This was it.
This was finally it. Years of waiting, wanting, yearning for something he would never have.
He felt the raindrops start to fall from the darkening sky. But somehow he was numb to the cold. Numb to everything.
He breathed deeply, his breath forming into clouds of mist before his face.
'You might aswell get it over and done with, before you back out. And face cowardness for the rest of your life' He whispered to himself.
He drew out a blade that he had found in his drawers. It was rusting, but it may still do what it needed to do. He opened his eyes and looked at his wrist.
Raindrops fell on it like tears. Tears of someone long gone and passed away.
He put the blade to his wrist. Then without thinking he stabbed it inbetween two bones. Screaming out in pain and pulling it towards himself. It bled deep. The rain poured harder. Like it was trying to wipe away the blood. Merry smiled. It hurt, it hurt bad. But it wouldn't compete with the pain he went through each time he saw him.
Him, Pippin, His cousin, His love, His best friend...
Merry couldn't help but slightly laugh, When they find his body. It would have bleed out. And he would be lying in a pool in his own blood. They would hold a funeral. And Pippin would be crying. He would be so unaware that his best friend would've died,because of him. And when he was older he would look back at the the Fellowship, and remember Merry.He would look back at his childhood, and he would remember Merry, And he would remember his death.
The rain kept falling. Wiping away the blood.
His blood was free flowing. Merrys vision blurred. He bit his lip.
He imagined Pippin. His angel, coming to him. And wiping away the blood. Wiping his tears. And kissing him gently.
That was the last thought in his head...