2013 December Collection

Drabble - Scott McCall

You sighed and dropped the little flowers in your hand on the grave of your grandma. She passed away years ago, but you still felt the pain of losing one of your best friends. You didn't like coming here, walking here. 

The place was too much filled with tears, pain and loss. 

You always felt lonely and sad when walking around here. You always felt a little bit scared, even in the daylight. "Scott?" You brought yourself to speak and looked around. You knew he must be somewhere near. No matter how often you told him you wanted to go alone, you knew he always stayed close to keep an eye on you. You needed him. You needed his arm around your shoulders, his cheek against your cheek, his lips on your lips. You needed his ears to listen to your stories, the beautiful stories your grandmother told you once. "Scott? I know you're there!" 

The moment he saw the tears on your cheeks he started running to you, wrapped his arms around you and pressed you against his chest. "It's okay. I'm here. You're not alone."