Graveyard,

Disclamer: I wish I own, but I don't So build a bridge and get over it.

A/N: I feel angsty.I actually wrote this in a graveyard, lol.

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Merry stood in the graveyard, all he could see were the never ending graves, the storm clouds gathered ahead, All was quiet. The cold air blew past him stinging him,

He looked up in the sky,

Tears came down his cheeks,

They tasted like salt.

The first raindrops began to fall on to his face.

He closed his eyes.

Him.

All he wanted was him,

Yet he knew, he would never love him,

It was impossible.

Why would he love Merry?

What was so special about Merry?

Merrys tears free flowed, and The wind blew past him,

it felt like ice.

Merry drew out his dagger, in a second he wrist were cut.

in the cold, the blood felt warm,

warm,

Merry closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation of the blood.

The pain was worth it.

for all the pain Merry suffered,

This was nothing,

Nothing.

Merry was nothing to him.

The blood flowed over Merrys clothes,

All he could see was darkness.

He fell to the ground.

His soul taken,

His body lays forgotten.

~Fin~