Miyuki Uzu

Chapter 13

Once dinner was over, we cleaned up and went to bed. 

But as much as I tried I couldn't fall asleep.

I get from bed and start making my way out the window. 

"I guess I'll just visit Haru," I tell myself softly.

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As I look at the stone with his name on it, I can't help but let grief consume me for a bit. 

I stand there, frozen in front of the grave, my heart heavy and full of ache. The cold stone beneath my fingertips feels unreal, like it's not really there, like maybe if I touch it long enough, the world will return to how it was before. The wind tugs at my hair, but I hardly notice. My eyes are fixed on the name etched into the granite, each letter like a cruel reminder that his gone, that I'll never hear his  voice again, never feel his comforting presence beside me. A tear slips down my cheek, but it's not enough to wash away the suffocating weight of this loss. I want to scream, to ask why, but the silence here feels more honest than any words could be. 

How do you move forward when the person who meant everything to you is now only a memory, a name in the earth?

The sky, which had been heavy with clouds for hours, finally breaks, and rain begins to pour, as if the heavens themselves are mourning with me. The drops strike the ground with a soft, rhythmic beat, cold and relentless. I feel each one as it hits my skin, the chill sinking into my bones, but it doesn't matter. It's as though the storm outside mirrors the storm inside of me—an overwhelming rush of grief I can't escape. My hair clings to my face, and my clothes grow soaked, but still I don't move. The earth around the grave becomes a dark, muddy mess, the puddles growing, as if the very ground is swallowing my pain. I close my eyes for a moment, letting the rain wash over me, hoping it might cleanse something inside, but all I feel is emptiness, the aching void where he once was. The sound of the rain is deafening, and yet, it can't drown out the silence between us—the silence of everything that's been lost.

I take a deep breath, feeling the weight of the rain as it drenches me, and I force myself to open my eyes. The storm rages on, but somehow, in the midst of all this, I feel a flicker of something—something that refuses to die with him. It's not peace, not yet, but it's a spark. I can't stay here, not forever. I can't let grief be the only thing that defines me, not when I still have a life to live, even if it feels like a life without meaning right now.

 My hands tremble as I pull them away from the cold stone, my fingers numb, but I stand taller. The world feels impossibly heavy, but I will carry it. I will carry him in my heart, not as a weight, but as the strength that pushes me forward, step by painful step. 

My grief will not define me. 

I will learn to walk with it, to live with it, because he would want me to. Even in the face of this heartache, I can't forget how he lived, how he fought, how he loved. If he could keep going, then so can I. I turn, my footsteps slow but steady, each one a promise to myself that I will move through this storm, and I will find the sun again.

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Update

Sorry guys I know it's a small chapter, but I've been super busy with my job. I'm an active duty member so my schedule is really crazy. Don't worry dear readers I have not given up yet, I will see this through the end. 

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