You've Only Got Yourself To Blame ...
The graveyard was as quiet as ever, the graves as tarnished as ever. A lone figure knelt before a grubby stone, his fists clenched tightly against the ground.
The fog was heavy, and he knew what he had to do. He let his last tear fall down, and stood up.
He walked over to the tree next to her grave and drew his katana.
With quick precision, he scribbled a message into the bark, and assured that it would last by burning the tree so it wouldn't grow over.
Then, with swiftness he'd spent nearly a century perfecting, he drew his own blade across his neck tightly.
He knelt beside her stone and waited for death to grip him.
As things became black, a bright white light appeared.
It was her.
When his body was dead, his spirit rose, and ran over to her; holding her close to him like she'd vanish if he didn't.
Hand in hand they left the graveyard, each smiling for the first time in years.
Behind them, only his note.
He'd taken a page out of her books and left one word per friend that had turned on them.
You've only got yourself to blame.
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So there it is the end of the short blurb fic. I know it's sorta depressing, but it was by far easier for me to write than any of the other one's I've attempted.
Well, hope you liked it!