Pastel Prompts

1.

Day after day, year after year, he said nothing of his affection. "I love you," he whispered to the headstone before him.

He let his body slide slump against the headstone. Head resting against it he quietly sobbed. His whole body shook. Mostly from regret than grief.

"I am so sorry. I am sorry. I am sorry. I'm sorry-" he repeatedly chanted to himself. He knew that apologizing would not change anything but deep down , he foolishly wished something would happen. Anything other than the deafening silence. Most importantly, he wished for her to come back.

After 3 whole years, he still was not over her death, Myra. His sweet sweet loving sister. He wished he had told hr how much he loved her then. How much he cherished her. Above of all he still wishes he had stood by her side on that day and supported her like she'd done for him throughout the years.

The day she moved out of her parent's house and out of town to take up the position of being Captain. Their parents did not approve of it but she loved it so much that she went for it even if it meant going against their wishes.

A month after announcing the news, she and their parents always argued, that being the the only communication they ever shared,  until she moved out. He knew their disapproval was because they were scared for her. Scared she might get hurt, as the line of work was dangerous.

They were so afraid that she could get a lot of enemies and bullets flying towards her, everyday of her life until it would be too late. They were fearful that they did not see just how much  being a police meant to her, A captain at that. They were aghast and with worry that it blindly drove their daughter away.

He, He was petrified and a coward. Given that he did not say anything when he parents argued with her against it but had kept his mouth shut when her sister with tears streaming  down her face had asked them for their support,his support. "Don't you want me to be happy? I am happy with this job. I just want your support,that's all I am asking! Just tell me to go ahead and I'll know you love me because this matters to me."

It did matter to her, he knew it. Myra did not do things for the sake of doing them especially if it involved a career as risky as this.

He knew, knows he it was not wrong to be scared and worried, it's just- He wishes he had expressed it better. Did she know that he kept quiet because he was anxious?

He regretted that he stayed away when he parents said he must. He regret that he did not make any efforts especially since there was no obstacles in sight. He should have called, visited, done anything with her. Yet the harsh truth remains, engraved harshly in his bones. He did not do anything. Nothing would ever change that as much as He wishes it could. It is too late... For anything.

Is it not ironic though? That her work, the one thing they all feared could take her life away did not? Bitterness and regret course through his veins.

If only she had not met Ben. She could have been alive on this day and he would have not been in this empty place with a bleeding heart.

They could be out, somewhere, probably by Dapper's Donuts. Myra loved going out and stopping by DD's, especially in such weather. Cloudy, and chilly. Perfect for going out and having a nice cup of tea. Nothing beats that. She always said.

He could order coffee and Myra could continue to get green tea or chamomile tea, one of the two drinks she always enjoyed when they were out. She could then proceed to lecture him endlessly about how caffeine is not good for his heart.

Ben, a friend of hers, who trained and studied with her at the police academy, introduced her to the "big shots" in the police department. He hated him for that. He always could.

Had she have not went to any interview, then there could have not been any driving involved. She could have been off the road. She could have been at home, in his room goofing around and playing video games like old times. That cursed accident could have not taken place and-

Damon's line of thought gets interrupted by yet another sorrowful sob breaking past him. Just by thinking about it wrecks him. Mind and body.

His grandmother died, 7 years ago and it was heartbreaking but he learned to deal with it. Slowly but surely he moved passed it but this... This was his sister. His big sister, his protector and advisor. His ONLY sister. He does not want to move past it.

From a distance one could see a lone figure, sprawled next to a grave, crying sorrowfully as though it was the end of the world.

Damon's whole body could terribly shake and  seize for a moment before erupting in convulsions again. One could easily mistake the tremors for seizures fits.

He looks so frail,all alone in such a cold isolated place. His quavering looks as though his body is about to explode. Like a volcano that trembles before exploding. The agony seems as though it is trying to break past the medium, being his body but failing.

His whimpers would break any heart. They are not just snivels and tears, but are cries of pain from his whole being, his soul. All the places that ache. One can hear the pain and misery the tears behind the wails.

At the moment,Damon does not care for a thing in the world.  Let the whole world hear him, if it must. All he knows is that, It is all so heavy and it hurts. It hurts so much.

He is lost in a world of despair and terrible affliction. No one could elevate him off of his blues other than the person he is crying for. Except she cannot because she is no longer alive for she no longer has any shares in what is done under the sun.

There is nothing than can be done than to let his broken heart bleed out on to the cemetery grounds.

Time cannot heal this type of wound, but hopefully it'll cover it with scar tissues and lessens the agony.