"Hey how are you doing?" The sky was bright and sunny.
Grass green underfoot and wind blowing it around. My feet were bare. I sometimes forgot I still needed to wear shoes. They were a small nuisance and i didn't bother with them."It's been awhile hasn't it." I kept my eyes fixed on my bare feet.
The grass was soft and damp. I breathed in deeply. That spring smell filled the air around me, growing things, new things.
"Yeah I guess I'm good...Nothing really has been the same since the accident." I spoke quietly, I could feel the sun on my back.
The breeze ruffled my hair and I pushed it out of my eyes. Looking up at the hard gravestone as I did. The writing on the head stone was unorganized and looked gibberish to me.
"I started talking to myself a lot lately and waiting for responses.." I sniffed and wiped my nose trying to keep it together. The feelings of loneliness and sadness welled up inside, demanding to be let out.
"I've just.." I inhaled sharply, the world was too bright, too happy.
"I've been so used to you being here.." I wiped my eyes again. It was useless.
"Now you're dead and.." My voice cracked on the word dead.
My vision blurred and I sobbed into my hands. Barefoot, mid morning, in front of your gravestone.
"Oh look," I let out a hiccupy laugh, "Now I'm crying over your grave."
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Collection of various types of oneshots
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