((This took place several months ago. I even typed it up several months ago. But regretfully, my lact of internet, and Thumb drive malfunctions. Sorry. TT~TT
It was early morning when a pale figure slipped through the mist that fell over the graveyard and clung to everything. It's movements seemed to be jerky and hesitant, or perhaps unwilling to continue forward, even though it did. Eventually it came to a stop in front of one of the headstones. It continued standing for a couple minutes, before it's knees met the ground of the somewhat freshly dug grave, staining the fabric of the clothing it wore.
Seconds passed, and turned into minutes, which turned into hours, before the fog began to lift, and reveal what... or rather *who* the pale figure was. It was no one other than Raelyn. The morning sun lit up the trails of tears that slid freely down her cheeks. Those near white fluffy locks of hair that belonged to her were tied back with a ribbon that was whiter than her hair, and she wore a dress the same color that flounced and flowed with each step she took. The outfit she wore was picked out specifically for this day.. For this visit. Most people wore black for things like this..But black was dark and dreary. It was oppressive, and seemed to make things dreadful. White though, felt lighter. She felt that it should be the color of death instead. White was for purity... and wasn't that something that came with death? When one finally passed on to meet their maker... all sins were forgiven if they were a good person, and the soul was once more pure. Or... at least that's what she had read once in a book she'd found in the church. If she remembered right... it had been something called a Bible or The Bible. It was a strange book filled with many different stories.
Those ice blue hues of hers seemed to be fixated on the headstone, or perhaps not the so much the headstone as the name. Toby Aradam. A name that belonged to close friend. A name that belonged to someone that shouldn't be in the ground. Then finally, after sitting there silently for so long, she began to speak, voice soft, like she was whispering a secret into a friend's ear.
"Is sorry that it took me so long to come visit yous, Toby. Is... Is thought that if Is didn't come, and see that it was real... that yous were really gone.... that yous would show up one morning at the Inn again... carrying a box of sandwiches, or pastas, or maybe soups... And a container of Kings' cookies. But... yous didn't... and Is really realized that yous weren't coming back. That Is wasn't ever going to see yous again. "
It was here, that she lurched forward, and her hands planted themselves firmly on the ground. A deep breath was taken in as an attempt to calm the tide of emotions that were threatening to take over.
"Is miss spending time with yous. Is miss eating cookies and drinking soda in the Inn. Is miss your hugs. Is miss making silly faces, hiding in your hair, perching on your shoulder, and hugging your face. Is miss yous ruffling my hair even though Is don't like it much." She paused long enough to wipe frantically at the tears that were still falling, with one of her hands. Once she was done, there was a streak of mud along her cheekbone. "Most of all, Is miss yous..."
Those last words were followed by her puffing out her cheeks, which was something that the one buried would know she did that when she was troubled. She pulled back, up into a sitting position. Her hands now rested on her thighs, staining her dress further with more dirt, mud and grass. Her eyes drifted downwards to the box that was nestled close to the headstone. She hadn't noticed that before... and absently wondered who had left it for him.
The fairy still didn't know of how he had died. And maybe... Maybe that was better for her. That she didn't know the gruesome details of her friend's death. She probably would have had trouble handling it.
She let her mind drift and wander through memories and thoughts for a long while. When she spoke again the words tumbled out of her mouth rapidly, spilling out words and questions that she hadn't been able to say to him when he was in front of her. "Would... Would yous s-still have told me that yous were f-fine... even though yous were clearly not, l-like yous always did? Was it to m-make me not w-worry? Cuz' it did t-the opposite. Is am good at telling.... Telling when someone's not fine... even if they try to hide it from m-me. Hiding it didn't make things better. It never does. Is always worried about yous and Mayu, c-cuz' that's what a good f-friend does. They worry, and they care... and.. and they love. And it's all done unconditionally. It's something Is have done for you...Is would have helped if yous had let me. Just because Is act silly most of the time doesn't mean I can't take things seriously. Maybe Is could have done something... And... A-and we both wouldn't be here right now."
Once the words stopped spilling out of her she took a deep breath, and fixed her eyes onto the box. A hiccup of a sob escaped.
"There's another reason it took me so long to come..Though the first reason took me the longest. Remember a long time ago... when Is made the tiny dancing figures out of water? Well Is was trying to figure out a way to make them last... so they'd be here for a very long time. Is finally figured it out." There was a multitude of head bobbing, before a small grin overtook her features. It looked out of place in between the tears that were still rolling down her cheeks, and the mud.
She paused long enough to scrunch up her nose for a few seconds, before something peculiar happened. The dew that rested on the grass blades nearby began to flow in thin tendrils towards the base of the headstone. Slowly, two shapes began to take place. One was tall, a total of six inches, masculine, and lanky with a head of hair that seemed like it didn't want to lay flat. The other was a good inch shorter than the other, and feminine, with a head of fluffy looking hair. Once they were both fully formed.... they seemed to be talking about something... then laughed, which was followed by a hug. Once they two figures had separated from each other... the taller one reached out and ruffled the hair of the shorter. And it seemed to repeat over and over. From the actions and appearances of the two, it was easy to guess who they were.
"Is hope yous enjoy it."
With those words, she pushed herself to her feet. The protest of her muscles dragged out a groan from her. Sitting in one position for so long had made her body stiff, and unwilling to move. She forced herself to stretch, which was followed with various popping noises from her joints. Her standing also revealed the multitude of stains that covered her dress now. Green and brown covered the knee area, while more brown was upwards, along the length of her thighs. They didn't seem to phase her though, because she turned, and started to walk back towards the church.
Suddenly she stopped, and whirled back around to face the headstone. "Is hate yous...Yous know that right? Is hate you for never letting me help, and never opening up. Is hate yous for dying, and making me cry... If Is could... Is would bring yous back and kill yous myself for dying on me... And everyone else."
She sniffed softly, and wiped at her face again, smearing more dirt. "Bye." she muttered before she turned, put her head down, and walked away. For now... she had nothing else to tell him, nothing else to say. For now, there was nothing else she could do. Nothing but *really* accept the fact that he was dead, and she still had to go on with living.
It was early morning when a pale figure slipped through the mist that fell over the graveyard and clung to everything. It's movements seemed to be jerky and hesitant, or perhaps unwilling to continue forward, even though it did. Eventually it came to a stop in front of one of the headstones. It continued standing for a couple minutes, before it's knees met the ground of the somewhat freshly dug grave, staining the fabric of the clothing it wore.
Seconds passed, and turned into minutes, which turned into hours, before the fog began to lift, and reveal what... or rather *who* the pale figure was. It was no one other than Raelyn. The morning sun lit up the trails of tears that slid freely down her cheeks. Those near white fluffy locks of hair that belonged to her were tied back with a ribbon that was whiter than her hair, and she wore a dress the same color that flounced and flowed with each step she took. The outfit she wore was picked out specifically for this day.. For this visit. Most people wore black for things like this..But black was dark and dreary. It was oppressive, and seemed to make things dreadful. White though, felt lighter. She felt that it should be the color of death instead. White was for purity... and wasn't that something that came with death? When one finally passed on to meet their maker... all sins were forgiven if they were a good person, and the soul was once more pure. Or... at least that's what she had read once in a book she'd found in the church. If she remembered right... it had been something called a Bible or The Bible. It was a strange book filled with many different stories.
Those ice blue hues of hers seemed to be fixated on the headstone, or perhaps not the so much the headstone as the name. Toby Aradam. A name that belonged to close friend. A name that belonged to someone that shouldn't be in the ground. Then finally, after sitting there silently for so long, she began to speak, voice soft, like she was whispering a secret into a friend's ear.
"Is sorry that it took me so long to come visit yous, Toby. Is... Is thought that if Is didn't come, and see that it was real... that yous were really gone.... that yous would show up one morning at the Inn again... carrying a box of sandwiches, or pastas, or maybe soups... And a container of Kings' cookies. But... yous didn't... and Is really realized that yous weren't coming back. That Is wasn't ever going to see yous again. "
It was here, that she lurched forward, and her hands planted themselves firmly on the ground. A deep breath was taken in as an attempt to calm the tide of emotions that were threatening to take over.
"Is miss spending time with yous. Is miss eating cookies and drinking soda in the Inn. Is miss your hugs. Is miss making silly faces, hiding in your hair, perching on your shoulder, and hugging your face. Is miss yous ruffling my hair even though Is don't like it much." She paused long enough to wipe frantically at the tears that were still falling, with one of her hands. Once she was done, there was a streak of mud along her cheekbone. "Most of all, Is miss yous..."
Those last words were followed by her puffing out her cheeks, which was something that the one buried would know she did that when she was troubled. She pulled back, up into a sitting position. Her hands now rested on her thighs, staining her dress further with more dirt, mud and grass. Her eyes drifted downwards to the box that was nestled close to the headstone. She hadn't noticed that before... and absently wondered who had left it for him.
The fairy still didn't know of how he had died. And maybe... Maybe that was better for her. That she didn't know the gruesome details of her friend's death. She probably would have had trouble handling it.
She let her mind drift and wander through memories and thoughts for a long while. When she spoke again the words tumbled out of her mouth rapidly, spilling out words and questions that she hadn't been able to say to him when he was in front of her. "Would... Would yous s-still have told me that yous were f-fine... even though yous were clearly not, l-like yous always did? Was it to m-make me not w-worry? Cuz' it did t-the opposite. Is am good at telling.... Telling when someone's not fine... even if they try to hide it from m-me. Hiding it didn't make things better. It never does. Is always worried about yous and Mayu, c-cuz' that's what a good f-friend does. They worry, and they care... and.. and they love. And it's all done unconditionally. It's something Is have done for you...Is would have helped if yous had let me. Just because Is act silly most of the time doesn't mean I can't take things seriously. Maybe Is could have done something... And... A-and we both wouldn't be here right now."
Once the words stopped spilling out of her she took a deep breath, and fixed her eyes onto the box. A hiccup of a sob escaped.
"There's another reason it took me so long to come..Though the first reason took me the longest. Remember a long time ago... when Is made the tiny dancing figures out of water? Well Is was trying to figure out a way to make them last... so they'd be here for a very long time. Is finally figured it out." There was a multitude of head bobbing, before a small grin overtook her features. It looked out of place in between the tears that were still rolling down her cheeks, and the mud.
She paused long enough to scrunch up her nose for a few seconds, before something peculiar happened. The dew that rested on the grass blades nearby began to flow in thin tendrils towards the base of the headstone. Slowly, two shapes began to take place. One was tall, a total of six inches, masculine, and lanky with a head of hair that seemed like it didn't want to lay flat. The other was a good inch shorter than the other, and feminine, with a head of fluffy looking hair. Once they were both fully formed.... they seemed to be talking about something... then laughed, which was followed by a hug. Once they two figures had separated from each other... the taller one reached out and ruffled the hair of the shorter. And it seemed to repeat over and over. From the actions and appearances of the two, it was easy to guess who they were.
"Is hope yous enjoy it."
With those words, she pushed herself to her feet. The protest of her muscles dragged out a groan from her. Sitting in one position for so long had made her body stiff, and unwilling to move. She forced herself to stretch, which was followed with various popping noises from her joints. Her standing also revealed the multitude of stains that covered her dress now. Green and brown covered the knee area, while more brown was upwards, along the length of her thighs. They didn't seem to phase her though, because she turned, and started to walk back towards the church.
Suddenly she stopped, and whirled back around to face the headstone. "Is hate yous...Yous know that right? Is hate you for never letting me help, and never opening up. Is hate yous for dying, and making me cry... If Is could... Is would bring yous back and kill yous myself for dying on me... And everyone else."
She sniffed softly, and wiped at her face again, smearing more dirt. "Bye." she muttered before she turned, put her head down, and walked away. For now... she had nothing else to tell him, nothing else to say. For now, there was nothing else she could do. Nothing but *really* accept the fact that he was dead, and she still had to go on with living.