The rushing of air fell over me as I looked on into the sea. The calming in me won't last, I can sense him behind me, the arrogant fuck. His chi is pulsing and I can feel it, overwhelming but not fearful, his kind humor me. The type that think an ambush will actually achieve something, like a surprise could produce the end result. Inhaling I can taste his scent, a mixture of perspiration and cologne, the cologne is what triggers the emotion. it's the bitter smell mixed with a hidden passion, and I fight inside to not lash out at him. I am patient, cunning and a lot smarter than my opponents take me for. He creeps closer his breath quickening, attack imminent and still I stand unmoving. It's that damned scent, I can't lash out I want him to think that I don/t know he is their. Tossing my hair back I give sign I do not know anyone is watching and silently a tear escapes my eyes and tumbles downward, I know that the scent is his, the one I loved. The sweet embrace of him is all that matters but I know it can't be him, not after this long. He rushes for me, the steps echoing in the trees behind me and I wait, hoping he says something to give away a sign of what type of person he is. So far no cry of exhilaration or warning, nothing just the sound of his feet running on downed leaves and aged twigs. He is no more than ten feet from me when I react. I swing my left arm out and back up a step and I see it the thing that should not be their, the one who got away, the one who died. But he is their with that fucked up smirked grin laying on his lips. Those lips stop me the mark is still their the one that I gave him the night we said goodbye, a small scar on the bottom lip. His eyes are next captive as ever and a tear in them, one that will not easily fall. Hit ruffled dirty blonde hair gently licked by the breeze. Before I realize it I notice the contact I have made, my fist hits his side and the shock amplifies as it connects with nothing, the force brings me down and soon I am on my knees. He is kind and kneels beside me with a concerned look in his eyes. It is faint as he starts to fade with each drop that falls from me. But I remember it each time I visit his grave and look at the stars:
'I will always be there for you Dustin, even in death'
His tombstone only bears his name, no birth date and no date of death just his name. For me that is what hurts the most, knowing his name will remain but he can not. The others morned when it happened and they have moved on but I can't.
His grave only bears his name….
Name….
Hunter Bradley
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