273 Days Without You (MrWoofless ff)

The Truth

Maybe it was the wind that pushed me. Or maybe my feet and legs. Somewhere deep inside my mind by chance? I just walked, looking down most of the time. With my mind full, yet empty.

Even these rusted, dirty gates couldn't compare to how broken I am. The road I stepped on, no matter how beat up it was. Somewhere deep inside me, I was even more beat. This soil, it may have been dug up numerous times but so was I, and my mood. My mood of true delight and love is burried under it all. You are burried under here. Dead. Preston, please tell me why I came. I promised myself I never would. It never makes this life better.

I sat and decided to write. It's awkward that I do that in random places. If you were here, you'd giggle and admire me. But, if you were here; I wouldn't be writing in this fucking thing.

A familiar voice called my name from not to far. As always, like it was a daily routine. Waiting for later to write these useless parts to no absolutly no one. They're supposed to be written to you, but you're dead. How could you possibly read the rest of my lifes story when you're six feet under.

Approaching me, was a merely confused Elizabeth. Was it the fact that I was on the ground, hiding the book from her; or being here, at the cemetry?

"Didn't think I'd see you here."

"Didn't think I'd see myself here truthfully."

I stood from the place I had been standing, and looked at the only other human here. I could tell by the way she looked up at the sky that something had caught her eye. She looked like a creature of beauty. Deadly by words yet saving and lovely by heart and soul.

"The notebook. You can't hide everything from me forever Robert; and don't say you don't have a clue what I'm talking about."

She looked back to me, breaking the only thing I knew. Silence.

"What about it?"

"Going to let me read it? Or at least let me know what you're writing about."

"I-It's supposed to be to Preston. I promise one day I'll let you read it."

"As I guessed. You know, you're right beside Crystal's grave."

I looked to my left, then to my right. She was correct. I was beside Crystal's grave. But I was also beside yours.

"This is where Preston is."

It took me until now to figure out if she had heard me or not. I spoke so low that I wasn't sure if I even spoke. But she heard me. I knew when she looked at the two graves, held my hand, and cried. I couldn't manage tears though. I've cried rivers, I've cried oceans, and I've cried seas. It'd take something much stronger to break me. Although I had felt the need and the feeling of crying this whole time.