WRITERS BLOCK

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Write the saddest story between a girl and a boy except that this is the first time they have met.

I kneel beside the casket covered with a flag. The grass was wet and soaked my knees. The rain began to fall down harder. I was the only one here. The only one left. Everybody else has gone; went back to their daily lives as if nothing happened. I couldn't leave him here. Alone. Cold. Buried. He's my brother. My big brother who is supposed to protect me and take care of me. Who made fun of me but didnt let anybody else. Who took me camping and to the lake, who taught me to skateboard and to defend myself. I wasn't ever supposed to defend myself. He was supposed to do it for me. So now I'm here, on my knees, screaming at him for leaving me. For joining the special forces. For dying. And in the midst of my screaming a hot hand  grips my shoulder and with a gasp  I turn around. A tall guy stood above me, wearing a uniform just like my brother's. He looked cold, standing there in the rain. But all he did was kneel down next to me and drape his jacket around my shoulders and immediately I was enclosed with warmth.

"He was my partner." The boy said. "I tried to save him, I really did. Its just-" He stopped just before choking. The sound in his throat reminded me of my own broken heart.

I squeezed my eyes and nodded, not able to say a word. I looked back at my brothers casket, knowing that they would soon want to put him in the ground. The guy laughed, startling me and attracting my eyes back toward him. But it was a half sob.

"He talked about you all the time. His little sister. You were his whole world. I feel like I already know you. Like I've known you my whole life." He stops and looks up at me. "Melanie Ann Ross. 17 years old and loves to talk back." A small smile appears on his face. "I'm sorry I wasnt able to bring him back home, Melanie."

And not knowing why, I lean in to him and cry. He  holds me, like my brother would have, which makes me cry harder. I can feel his back muscles flex and then he is sobbing with me.

We just kneel there, in the rain, holding eachother and crying over the one that meant everything to us. The one that we will no longer see smile again.

Sorry this is so short. I'm busy this week.... 💜