A PURE HEART

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he stands in a secluded area of a backyard. a very large backyard. the small grave in front of him is covered with flowers, roses and lilies and many more. he hasn't brought any flowers because he remembers that she doesn't like flowers all that much.

he is not wearing gear of any kind and it feels liberating. but having two arms once again, even if one of them is still made of metal, feels strange. for two years he has been adjusting to a life with only one arm and it has worked just fine. a wave of sadness overcomes him when he realizes that she has never seen him happy. and he has only seen her wonderful smile a handful of times in the past years.

he wants to say something, apologize, tell her about his boring day, anything but his mouth runs dry at the thought of words. he wants her to be by his side, so he doesn't have to stand at her grave. thinking about how he could've had five years with her if destiny hadn't come for him makes him angry. he hasn't been angry in a long time.

he feels alone because he cannot be fascinated by her elegance and imperfection anymore and he cannot see her red-haired head standing out from the crowd anymore. because the colour of her hair has always been the heart of his hope, even when he couldn't remember her name or himself. red is his favourite colour. and because he has never had a chance to properly introduce himself to her or to make up for everything that he has done.

he just stands in front of her grave in the cold, hands stuffed in the pockets of his blue jacket, silently because he doesn't know what to say.