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A/N - No idea why I wrote this, I think I had nothing better to do and was feeling kind of bored…


Reflecting

He sat alone. Alone like he had been years before and alone as he knew he would be in the years to come. The long years that would consist of a heart wrenching pain larger than any normal person could imagine. The pain of remembering the loss of everyone you cared about.

The wind silently whipped his light brown hair in his already aging face. His eyes just stared at the picture in his hand. His attention slowly shifted from each one in turn, ending up glued on the younger version of him. Happy. Something he would probably never be again.

That night, everything he cared about had been taken away from him. Three of his friends had died just because of one. He could barely believe it now. Already he missed them. He didn't know if he would ever stop missing them. It was almost like a part of his soul had been ripped out. The only friends he had ever had, gone. Gone forever.

Slowly brushing the loose strands of hair away from his eyes, he looked up into the sky. Already the moon was showing the signs of waning. He was so tired after the other night. It was one of the few times he could remember. It was more painful than he had ever remembered, but he couldn't remember that many times.

The yellow orb reflected in his eyes as the vicious howling memory overtook him. This time he didn't try to shake it from his mind. Those howls had not been of anger as they normally would have been. No. They were of pain. The pain of losing what he had cared for so much. His friends. The only ones that had ever accepted him for what he was. The ones who had made the worst part of his life so much better than it would have been if he had to go through it alone.

He would have to go through it alone now, he reminded himself. They won't come back. This thought made his eyes drop again to the picture in his hand. The joyous teenagers were laughing with each other, almost alone in their own little world. He would never be like that again. No one except for them had loved him.

Trying to fit in so much in his life had meant he had worked harder. Worked harder to prove that he could make up for his problem through academic studies. Through his constant drive to make something of himself, he had almost left all emotions behind him.

Now, for one of the rare moments in his life, he shed a tear. A solitary tear for everything that had happened, and everyone he knew. It dropped to the ground and splashed into the dirt and grass around it, making a tiny spot of moisture before it was absorbed.

Putting the photo into an inside pocket of his slightly worn out jacket, he stood up suddenly and walked away. Almost as if he was trying to forget everything he had thought of, and the emotion he had felt. He knew he couldn't run forever, but the grief he felt needed to be pushed aside, if just for the moment.

I won't forget, he told himself. I won't forget the people who I loved…