Amongst a small gathering of darkly clothed mourners and a backdrop of a decaying winter world , I alone was dressed in friendship yellow .
There were many frowns being pointed at the pine coffin in an expected tired show of pity as the carelessly thrown dirt piled on top of it.
My long skirt swayed chaotically in yet another violent gust of wind that I swore carried the laughter and worries of my fallen friend.
It's just grief haunting me with memories I promised myself silently as a shiver ran down my spine.
That promise did nothing to comfort me as I went back to gazing upon the mourners' features searching desperately for one true show of rare grief.
A single tear sliding down one of the fuckers faces was all it would take to prove to my mind that this had not been a wasteful farce to begin with.
This time when I looked at them they did not even have any of the distant pitiful frowns marking their faces.
For they no longer had faces only ebony forms that are slowly fading away with each relentless assault of the wind.
" Tip of advice Little dragon don't let yourself get lost in the past especially here ," my mothers killer said with a small sigh as he came to appear behind A's tombstone.
I simply glared up into his bright hazel eyes and growled," Perhaps this endless freak show of my own fucked up past is all that is here."
In response to my show of shouts and gritted teeth my father laughed before saying ," Little dragon don't be a fool to think that this God plays such simple games… and don't be so pathetic that you become the puppet he gets bored of first."