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Post by kuro-kun ! on Mar 15, 2009 6:30:04 GMT -5
don't forget,
He was simply sitting there, staring at the sky, lounging and freeloading at the various tombstones all over. Of course, none of them had any appeal to him, most of the names having no significant impact on him, but the atmosphere was more than enough for him. Honestly, it wasn't even that time of the year yet, but right now he had nothing better to do, and he hadn't visited in such a long time too. When he left, he left everything, including this. Then again, he had left that particular memory a long time ago, in another foreign country no less. Perhaps if they had some type of nameless monument it would've made things better, but of course, there wasn't one. All he could do right now, in this place, was sit and reflect.
... not that it did much in the long run anyway.
It was cold right now and the leftover packets of snow were slowly melting away, evaporating really, and showing the dead grass, sticks, stones, and wet leaves which remained. For a cemetery, it did look nice. Most of the ones he'd been too were usually in fields, not in patches of concrete and little blades of grass. The place was modest and small, nothing like the vast expanses he remembered from oh-so-long ago. Not that he wanted to.
There was really nothing much for him to do here, just sit on his arse and stare, nothing more. There was totally nothing to reflect about, because he absolutely refused to look back, and no person to visit. Out of the blue, the young man let out a frustrating sigh, exhaling in exasperation and shoulders slumping in defeat. He might as well just throw the flowers, like he usually did, and let them scatter. Only problem was, there was no wind at the moment. Super. Instead, from his spot, he simply got up and felt around his coat. It was red, dark and blood-like in colour (oh the irony), cozy and thick enough to withstand the pre-spring weather. After searching for a few moments he decided to check his pants, where the little box was, and took out the small carton. It wasn't a healthy thing to do, much less for a person his age, but he could hardly care less. Fiddling a few more minutes to find a lighter he popped one of the sticks into his mouth, flickered on the little item, and smoked away.
It would serve as a good test for the wind, if it blew the ashes away. Or maybe, this time around, he would burn the flowers and let them scatter as ashes. Either way, no matter what, the flowers were going.
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