A/N: So, I suppose I owe everyone who cares to read my A/Ns an explanation. The truth is that I was going to start writing again once Christmas break started. And I really was! I swear. I even have rough copies of drabbles that I was going to edit before publishing.

But then a friend of mine died over the break. He was sixteen. He was a little kid. He had barely started living.

The fact is that I couldn't bring myself to write. I tried letting my feelings out onto a word doc or a pad of paper, but I just... couldn't. There was nothing I could do about it. It's like I didn't have words anymore. I couldn't write essays or papers, I literally had no will of creativity. I had to talk to a councillor because I was having this huge complex about death and mysticism and I was just so lost in the world that I couldn't make enough sense to write a single sentence. I spoke to someone and they've been helping me. I'm trying to get back onto the horse.

So I'm sorry it's taken me so long to get back on my feet. To those of you who stuck around, thank you. I owe you a lot. Now to answer your reviews:

Frogster: I had actually just watched The Young Victoria and I totally stole that idea :)

Second Daughter of Eve: I'm glad you liked it :D

averypottermormom: I love your username! It's totally awesome (get it?)! It means a lot to me that you like my writing :)

thedarkenchanter63: To be honest, I bawled writing half of these drabbles. In fact, I bawled writing this one. There is no shame in tears.

Without further ado, here is my comeback drabble:

When you think about it, life is really insignificant. Our life spans are so short. There isn't really enough time in the world to be influential or important or make our "mark on the world." What a silly expression, Sophie thought to herself, smiling at her own remark. Every year on the same day, she would come back to walk through the grassy terrain, the heels of her shoes would get caked in mud, and her hair would always get ruffled. For the first time in twenty years, the perpetual greyness that hung in the sky was absent. Beams of sunlight hit her face and caused patches of her skin to feel the day's warmth.

Today is a good day, she thought. She knelt down on the ground in front of the gravestone that she had been visiting for the past twenty years, now much more weathered and worn than it had been the first time Sophie had come here.

"Hello, my love." She began. "It's been a while hasn't it? I think the last time I was here was on Junior's birthday? Or was it on our anniversary? I can't really recall…" There was a pause for thought before she let out a small chuckle. "Time seems to just fly by now. The hours seem to have fewer minutes and the minutes seem to have fewer seconds. It's like the world has just decided to move at a quicker pace. Which is absurd really because that will never actually happen.

"Artemis finally gave in and let our niece continue her art lessons. I really don't understand why he's so against art. I mean our mother was one of the best artists we knew. Oh, Art… He's still having problems coming to terms with Ma's death. It's been four years. And it wasn't a huge shock like when you—" She broke off suddenly. Closing her eyes, Sophie brought back Christian's face in her mind's eye, and when she opened them, he was there, the projection of his image sitting in front of her. His jet-black hair was swept to the side like the fashion was in those days, and his eyes were the same dark blue as they had been the last time she saw him, contrasting against the drab vomit colored uniform he had passed in. Christian reached to grab her hand, and Sophie swore she felt it.

She inhaled the tepid air. "Junior brought home a girl last weekend. She's very pretty, Chris, and smart, too. Much smarter than your son. Don't pout at me mister, we both know that he might have my sharpness, but he got your intelligence. He's still a bit daft like my Da."

Christian laughed soundlessly. "I don't give him enough credit. Not really. He's brilliant, Chris. You should be proud. I am."

It had been so long since she felt like this. Her heart contracted in its crypt, causing her to gasp out a breath. There wasn't enough air for her to breath, and the image of the boy she had fallen in love with suddenly wasn't enough to fill the gap that he had left in her chest. She hadn't even noticed she was crying until the phantasm wiped away her tears.

"You were so young, Chris. Junior is the same age you were when you left me. By Darwin's beard, we were twenty! What were we doing falling in love like that?

"Oh…" She sighed. "There's no such thing as dying young, is there? Whether we're a hundred years old or twenty years old, it doesn't matter. We're all on this earth for a limited engagement, and once we leave, we are nothing more than the memories we have left behind.

"I don't want to get over you." She said. "I don't have to. I have the memories you left me." The image of Christian faded from in front of her and Sophie was once again alone in front of the weathered tombstone.

"I can finally be happy about missing you."

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