A Princess and A Huntsman (OUAT)

A Gravestone

I sat in the Storybrooke grave yard, in front of a very important gravestone. My knees I hugged to my chest as I tried to stop my tears from falling, but it didn't work. They fell anyway.

Ever since the curse broke two years ago, I've been coming here everyday, mourning for Graham's death. He had died by the hands of the evil queen. She had crushed his heart just because he went against her wishes, wishes he only did because of her control had on his heart. When I found out from the new sheriff Emma as soon as the curse had broken, that he had died, I ran to the graveyard. I found Grahams gravestone quickly, because the wolf was laying in front of it.

That first day was the worst. I knelled down in front of his grave and cried for hours, hugging the wolf. When I managed to stop my tears, I fell asleep that night right by his grave. Now I come here everyday, because it's the closest I'll ever get to Graham again.

The wolf, who was curled up to me right now, nudged my hand. I looked over at, feeling a tear go down my cheek. I didn't bother wiping it away.

"What is it boy?" I asked. He raised his head, tiredly and slowly, and he pointed his eyes behind me. I turned around and saw David walking towards me.

Even though we both knew we weren't brother and sister by blood, we've still considered each other as siblings  even when the curse was broken. He's helped me make it through the worst days as I dealt with my sadness.

"Hey," he said, walking up to me and sitting down on the ground next to me. He reached over and petted the wolf on the other side of me.

"Hey," I responded, looking down and wiping my eyes out of embarrassment.

"How long have you been here today?" he questioned.

"Since nine this morning."

"You've been here for eight hours? Without a single meal?"

"No," I said in a small voice. I never bothered leaving his grave when I was hungry, I was stubborn and just stayed put. I never wanted to leave it, but I had to because I unfortunately had to survive, even without him.

"I understand that your grieving and it's hard to get over the death of someone you truly loved, but coming here everyday is too much and sitting here for hours on end without a single meal. That's not good."

"I know, but I don't care," I said causing him to sigh.

David stood up and extended a hand down for me. I just stared at it, not grabbing it.

"Come on," he stated, "I'm taking you to Granny's for some dinner and then your going to go home and sleep. You need to start caring about yourself. Graham made be gone, but you still need to survive."

"What about Snow? Shouldn't you be getting home to see her?"

"I told her I was coming to see you. She understands that I need to make sure you take care of yourself."

I stared at his hand for a few more seconds before reaching up and grabbing it. He pulled me up. As I stood up and dusted the dirt off my pants, the wolf jumped up as well.

As I walked along side David, leaving the grave yard, I took a look back at Graham's gravestone, my heart already starting to ache more. I tore my eyes away and looked instead at the wolf as he walked beside me. I was glad that Granny allowed him inside the diner. The wolf was the only thing that I had of Grahams. The only thing that I could connect to him with.

He's never coming back, I thought without meaning to. Thoughts like that always flooded my mind, making me want to run right back to his gravestone.

No, I told myself, I will not. I'm going to go have diner with my brother and at least try to enjoy myself.

I knew that I was giving myself an impossible task.