He didn't deserve it.
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The light brimmed upon stone, the texture rough against my fingertips as I dragged them across it.
Warm sunlight contrasted against the cold gravestone, a juxtaposition.
I traced my thumb over the name, my heart sinking when I remembered the name's meaning.
The name meant I lost the only people who loved me in a way I'll never have back.
I won't ever hear that quiet laugh every time I mindlessly questioned things.
Or how my hair became tangled and messy every time they patted my head to comfort me.
I won't ever have them back.
Their graves sit next to each other, a symbol of how much they loved one another.
As even in the afterlife they were together.
My parents. Mom and Dad, In loving memory of the lives that meant more to me than anything.
I only ever knew them as mom and dad, not a friend, not anything else. That didn't mean they weren't my entire world, because they were.
I laughed with them, grieved with them, and loved them.
I don't want them to be gone, as I know I'd do anything to bring them back.
My dad never got to teach me how to tie my shoes, or how to comfort myself.
My mom never got to see me grow up, and she never got to grow old with my dad.
Alas, I sit on the dirt, grass poking at my legs through my pants.
I don't know what else to do now, they usually told me what to do. I'm just tired now.
Where do I go? How do I move on?
I wish I could go get my stuff, I don't know the way back home though.
Laying down beside the graves, my thoughts race around my head, as I fantasize of a better life. A life where they aren't gone, a life where everything is okay.
I close my eyes, hoping to wake up back in my room.
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NOTES: hiii! this is just my little kickoff of this story since I am not very good at starting stories. or ending them.
I plan on mixing 2 ideas I had in my head for this!
1: rewriting my mha Astraphobia story (liked the plot but not how i wrote it (also cuz its like 2-3 years old now))
2:doing that one suggestion in my Astraphobia book where they said they wanted me to remake the story but change the readers gender to male (it can still be interpreted otherwise dw)
3: It's just inspired by my old book a bit, so the plot isn't going to be similar.
thank you for reading my little rant! ❤
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