Thread:RyuuSkarWolfingston/@comment-10665455-20130802181732/@comment-5385039-20130802193353

Light pours into my eyes as I gaze down sadly upon you. I take cautious, feathery steps towards you as you make your way to where I rest. I see you wipe your tears off of your face as I sit in our tree, feet dangling above you. I leap off of my branch as you kneel down into the cushion of snow that lies in front of my grave. I want to comfort you, want to let you know that I will always be here for you, to watch you until you come back to me.

My gaze follows yours as you look down forlornly at your hand, clasped to the cream envelope. I catch a glimpse of the sticker that seals the envelope, a little birthday cake sticker. Ah, I remember. Today is my birthday. Or was my birthday. My mind flashes where you sat next to me in the park, where you lead me there to celebrate my birthday. We lay upon a field plush with green grass and decorated with forget-me-nots. As you pointed out the shapes that the clouds in the crystaline sky made, you covered my eyes in excitement. I heard shuffling before being revealed a beautiful present wrapped neatly with a shiny bow. I remember laughing and setting it aside before tackling you, where I lay on top of you. I brushed the hair out of your shining eyes before I leaned in to kiss you. I could have lived in that moment forever, and when we finally parted, you lean into my ear as whisper, "Happy Birthday."

That memory fills up the cracks in my heart as I watch you, brokenhearted, lay down the envelope at my grave. I hear your whisper, a faint, cracked, "Happy Birthday," before your face crumples into tears. I reach over and place my hand upon your shoulder, upon your head, and kneel down with you.

I know you can't feel me, see me, or hear me. But as I knelt there, listening to your cries, I placed my head next to yours, leaned in close, and whisper, "I will be here, forever, endlessly. I will keep watch over you. You are mine, and I am yours. I love you." I give you a quick kiss on your wet cheek before stepping away.

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As I knelt at your grave, crying, I felt a warm breeze brush by my head, ruffling my hair and jacket. It felt loving and caring, just like you were to me. I catch a whiff of your scent in the wind as it fades. Pulling my jacket around me, I felt a snowflake fall onto my flushed cheek, as if the world was attempting to console me with a kiss. As it melted away, I whisper, "I love you," and back away from your lonely grave.