Authoress: Ok, I know my stories are usually romantic in nature, but now, I have to stray away from the usual and come up with something different, like this angsty drabble you're going to see.
Meskhenet: Read the disclaimer first, and watch out for signs of depression and despair.
10. Melancholy
It was a rainy, gray – clouded afternoon as people dressed in black gazed at the coffin being lowered down deep below the ground. The person inside the coffin was a male teenager who was killed in a car accident a few days ago. Many of his friends, family and relatives were truly very sad about what happened, and their faces bore signs of lament as each one of them tossed flowers onto the casket.
But the one that suffered the loneliest grief was a man in his twenties, not caring if his spiky red – edged ebony hair with lightning blond bangs framing his face was wet and droopy from the rain. His heart had been hurt by the young teen's death, and he struggled not to cry as he threw a bouquet of white roses into the rectangular hole containing the casket of his significant other.
The boy was indeed everything for him, a priceless treasure, for his life wouldn't have been so joyful if not because of him. Now that his angel was gone, he felt like his soul was being ripped out, pierced excruciatingly by an icy shard, leaving a wound that would take a long time to heal.
Finally, he couldn't stand the pain and ran away, not hearing the voices of his companions. He was now weeping, raindrops mixing with the tears cascading from his ruby eyes now dull with sadness. His knees finally gave in as he crumpled under a nearby tree, pounding his fists against the trunk until they were swollen with pain. Memories of his love bloomed in his mind: their happy times together, their intimate moments, his shining eyes and angelic smile.
And so, with lightning and thunder entwined in the distance, he screamed out the boy's name to the heavens, knowing that he would never ever see him again alive.