AN: Hey there. This is my first attempt at drabbles, so bear with me here. I don't really have any plans to update regularly, so whenever I feel like writing you'll get another drabble. Thanks a lot for reading this! Please review if you'd like, let me know what you want me to write next (so yes, I accept prompts) and I might write it. Here's numero uno.
Of Hearth and Home
Gone
I kneeled in front of the grave, silent tears streaming down my face, and lit a red candle. Slowly, I placed the small candle under the dull grey headstone. The flame was orange and angry, reaching up towards Heaven as if to burn God himself.
Hunters die. I shouldn't have expected it to be easier to deal with because I knew he would die eventually. Knowing only made it worse, much worse. Like I could have prevented it somehow. I guess I always figured I'd be the first to check out, but I was wrong.
Twenty-four years was more than enough time to spend with a person. At least, that's what I've been telling myself. But it doesn't feel like it. It feels like a thousand bricks are tied to me, pulling me down deeper and deeper into a sea of depression and rage.
He's gone. He's gone. It repeated like a mantra in my head. He's gone. My little brother. My Sammy. He's gone.