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Jeamus: Miss you

James' POV:

[A/N: A bit OOC D: sorry AND short]

I stood at the graveyard's entrance, looking at all of the tombstones that were scattered in rows. It was nice out, sunny, bright, warm, but... I guess my mood didn't match the feeling of the day. What did I feel? Longing, regret, sadness. You know, all that stuff.

I continue to search the rows of tombstones and graves. His was on the 5th row, 3rd grave. I memorized it, how could I forget? I came here every month, all year, every week. Maybe I'm going here too often? No, I... I just miss him.

I step onto the soft grass of the cemetery and start towards the fifth row. Fifth row, third grave.

I look down at his grave, when had I gotten here? I guess my mind just blanked out. I kneel down as far as I could. Sometimes I hate being tall, I could only see a glimpse of his name when I'm positioned like this. I would have to bend lower to read the whole thing. But I have no need to, so I won't do it.

"Hey buddy?" I greet 'him' as if he was truly here.

Silence.

I wasn't expecting a response, I mean- if I did... I would be crazy, wouldn't I? Talking to someone dead, and then actually expecting them to answer? That just means you're bat-shit crazy.

And I'm not, so I don't expect a response from him.

I reach my hand to my pant pocket, digging into it, quickly pulling it out once I felt it against my fingers. I examine the item. It was a folded piece of paper. I unfold it, seeing that it had lyrics on it.

Mine and his. We made them together. Before he died, I mean.

It was our own song, our special song, it meant so much to the both of us. But since he's gone, I guess it means a whole lot more to me than before.

You know? I just wish I could hold him again. I miss him, a lot. When I say a lot, I mean A LOT.

Okay I'm thinking about that a bit too much.

I place the paper onto his grave, in front of his tombstone. I touch the stone and trail my fingers down, the smooth surface sending cold jolts through my finger tips.

I pull my hand away and push myself off of the ground. I pat myself off and glance down at his grave once again.

Miss you Seamus, you sarcastic asshole.

Wish that I could hold you one last time.

Happy Anniversary...

Maybe I should do a Minecraft video in honor of today...