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Lay Me to Rest. Cronus x Reader

(( CAUSE ITS THE TRIGGAS! TRIGGA NIGHT! AND NO ONES GONNA SAVE YOU FROM THE BEAST ABOUT TO STRIKE! CAUSE ITS THE TRIGGAS! TRIGGA NIGHT! YOURE FIGHTING FOR YO RIGHTS INSIDE A TRIGGA TRIGGA TONIIIIIIIIIIIGHT~))

The sky twinkled as small drizzles of rain spattered onto the concrete, snow, and asphalt. The small street lights flickering. The stars in the sky as well as the full moon made the whole area seemingly glow there really being no need for the lights that barely lit the area around them. All was quiet, all was still. The only thing moving was a lone figure dressed in a long trench coat, a black umbrella over the figures head. It appeared to be a woman. She had a scarf wrapped around her neck and tucked into her long warm jacket, her breath appearing in front of her as she breathed. One hand held the umbrella over her head, and the other was burrowed in the warmth of her coat pocket. Most people were at home, nestled in their blankets and drinking cocoa on this cold winter night, though his woman, was not. She turned around a corner, she walked alongside a wrought iron fence, the fence slightly rusted, proving that it had been neglected or perhaps forgotten. She walked to a large gate opening it enough for her to slip inside. Above the seemingly haunting gate was a large arch the words: "Oakridge Westmill Cemetery" clearly visible through the various dead and barely alive vines that seemingly dominated the archway.

The figure stepped through walking along the cracked path. she seemed to be looking for something her (h/c) head looking back and forth between the rows. The date? The date was December 24th and it was Christmas Eve. While families were cuddled at home watching the nights Christmas specials and drinking hot cocoa, some of the children already tucked into bed, the excitement of Santa Claus's visit dancing throughout their minds, this lone figure seemed to be doing something of the complete opposite. She stopped at a row and quickly walked to a headstone. It seemed to be the only headstone that was cared for, the others cracked and broken. The seemingly melancholy figure stopped and sat down, sitting on her knees. She pulled out a small box and a bushel of royal purple and white roses. She situated the roses at the base of the headstone. With a small visible sigh she sat the box at the base of the headstone.

"Hello darling. Another year has passed."

She chuckled. Though the chuckle didn't seem of the norm, it seemed a little sad and heartbroken.

"I apologize for not coming to visit lately, I have been preoccupied with work and helping Meulin with her wedding."

She smiled slightly underneath her scarf.

"Yes she and Kurloz are finally tying the knot. I was just as surprised."

She sighed again.

"I miss you. Allot. Things just haven't been the same. Damara has been trying to get me back out there, to find someone but I just cant."

She sniffed a bit and pulled her coat tighter around herself.

"My heart will always belong to you, even though you are my dearly deceased."

She chuckled and sniffed again wiping a tear from her eye.

"I brought you a Christmas gift."

She opened the box and removed a bit of paper from it grabbing the item from within.

"It's my old necklace. The one you bought me when we first got together."

She smiled and draped it over the stone.

"I miss you love and my heart is always yours."

She sniffed and stood leaving everything at the stone. She adjusted herself and looked down at the stone.

"I love you dear."

With those final words she turned and begrudgingly left the cemetery, heading back home.

At the grave stone among the flowers and the necklace as well as the box were the carved words:

Cronus Ampora

May you rest with everlasting love and peace.