A Problem to Face, A Choice to Make

by Sparkles of Youthfulness

Problems are inevitable; a fact of life. Nothing will ever go smoothly, and nothing is ever fair. But there is always a choice. You can choose to walk away, or to be a guide to those in need, no matter how small or temporary. All it requires is a choice.

2. I Know

"Why…?"

I couldn't look away; my eyes were caught on the stone before me. Every bit of me was screaming, yelling; telling me that it wasn't true, that it was all a lie.

But I knew.

I knew that you were gone. That you weren't coming back. That I would never see your smiling face again.

I knew that I was alone.

Tears were falling from eyes. I was crying. It least, I think I was. That was something I didn't know. It was hard to know something like that, when you felt so numb. But even if I wasn't crying, there were enough tears in me that I would be crying soon. I couldn't hold them in forever…

I brought a hand to my eyes, lightly wiping them. They were moist; wet; soaked.

I watched as a droplet fell to the ground, to the grass just before me. I stared at its place. Its place on your grave.

"If only tears could bring you back…" I muttered. "Back… to me…" The words slipped from my mouth without consent. Then some of the numbness faded, and then I knew.

And I cried.

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A one-shot that was written from a specific characters point of view, as they look upon another characters grave. I shall leave that to interpretation. But as to who they actually are? I'll never tell!