Angsty.
Bluestreak waited outside the rings of dark stones, remaining for Sunstreaker's peace of mind. Deafened by the surrounding evergreen trees, background traffic provided a strangely eerie backdrop noise to the crimsoned sun. Though there were no clouds, the air was thick with humidity and the sky held such dust that with the fading scarlet light, the world took on the tone of an aged human photo, or the quality of a melancholy old film.
Bluestreak hated this kind of silence – the one that was never empty – filled with words no mouths had ever uttered, yet crawled through the air and clung to his processor. Memories folded back on the edges of his optics, threatening to peel away reality and return him to a painful world he was all too familiar with. To him, it was the real world. How many had gone on before him?
He had been there when it had happened – a sad state of affairs, especially since Optimus had warned him only that morning about speeding. There had been no Decepticon attack – only a Datsun and a Lamborghini searching for forgetfulness – looking to lose their memories – in the tumbling autumn world on an early morning breeze. Sunstreaker had not lost control in the suburbs; he had been in perfect control of each and every one of his flawlessly pinpointed movements on his winding stage. He just had not seen in time. It had been her fault… and theirs both.
Footfalls rose over the distant noise, approaching closer to where he stayed.
"Is it done?" Sunstreaker looked back at the new stone and the recently disturbed ground that now joined so many that had come before. His white lilies rested at the foot of the tiny fresh mound, covered as it was with so many other bouquets.
"Yeah."
"Are you okay?" Sunstreaker tried to look him in the optics, but his faceplate constricted and he turned away, staring at the bare black markers, yet never once looking at that one particular stone. As if he gained something from this pause, his limbs unlocked and he sped away. Bluestreak did not need the setting for contemplation – he had enough memories of this for company, undying as they were even though they had been forged long before. He started his engine and reverently left the dedication to death.
Another slept beneath the green turf, while he waited for his time.
End.