051 - Dirt

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There was dirt in her hair, dirt on her face, every inch of her that had once been clean and pure had been soiled. What was left now? Crying silently, she curled her body against the headstone, the same way she had done after her parents' deaths.

But this time he wouldn't come. He wouldn't pull her away from the cold place she had fallen into, the way he had when they were smaller. He wouldn't take her hand, his amber eyes brimming with compassion and love (even back then he had felt it for her). He wouldn't comfort her and hold her and tell her that he and his brother were there for her. He couldn't, because he was gone. He was the one she was mourning.

Another sob escaped her as she remained against the cold stone, leaning against the name she couldn't bring herself to see.

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Notes: ANGST! Angst coming out of your ears! Oh, but I do love the stuff, and I don't really use it all that often...