24 Hours - G Dolan

23

You make me happy
in a way no one else can.
_

Maya

Hour twenty-three

A beautiful tragedy is like death. It's beautiful because you're finally letting go, but tragic because you know you'll never see anyone again. Some times I wish people didn't die, however, it's a natural thing; whether we want it to happen or not.

The wind around us dances wildly but at the same time, it feels so still. The air is so silent, it deafens me, but it's a comfortable silence. The kind of silence you don't want to stop, a nice silence.

Comforting someone is hard, when you barely now them. But at the same time, it seems easier, like you don't need the smaller details to know how they are feeling or what to do.

With one hand rubbing Grayson's back slowly and the other touching the grass beneath me, I exhale lightly. My breath condensates in to a cloud of tiny water droplets, before disappearing above me as it enters the cold atmosphere.

No matter how hard I try to talk, I just can't. It's like, for the first time, I don't know what to say. None of my words could ever fill the whole or fix he scars. Even though he tries to hide them, they're always there, showing his pain. I wish I could make it go away, like he has for me.

But I can't.

A small sob falls from his lips as he looks up at me. His bright spark of light is no longer there when I gaze in to his beautiful eyes, only darkness. I remove my hand from his back as he pulls me in to a tight embrace. His body is still warm, which radiates on to me as we hold each other quietly.

"I miss him." Grayson whispers, holding on to me for dear life, as I listen to him. "I miss him so much." He mumbles quieter than before.

"I know." I whisper softy, not knowing what else to say.

With that, Grayson stand up next to me and wipes his eyes with the sleeve of his jacket, before putting out his hand. His hair is messy, spread across his forehead and his eyes are red and puffy, but he still seems to have a smile on his face. Without question, I take his hand and pull myself up, on to my two feet.

"I'm sorry. This is supposed to be the day I help you, I'm sorry." He apologises, making my heart sting. I didn't want him to feel bad, if anything, I want him to take this time to talk to brother; even if he can't see him.

I send him a soft smile, covering up my frustrating thoughts and pull him in to a hug. I feel his hammering against his chest, as I daze out of reality. If I could put any day on a loop, it would be this one. I would, without a doubt, reply this day over and over again.

We stand like this, against each other, for a moment before he pulls away. He sends me a genuine smile before gazing down at where his brother lays, peacefully and quietly.

Ethan's Grave sits in the middle of many other lost love ones, where they lay in peace. I bend down and place the bright flowers, which we had brought earlier, in the vase in front of the head stone.

"Come on." Grayson says, breaking the calm silence, before leading me away. I just nod my head, even though he can't see me, not feeling the need to talk and follow close behind him.

After a short walk down a small gravel path, we reach an old wooden bench, situated underneath a large blossom tree. The branches of the tree sway in the small breeze, as bright pigments of pink fall around us, on to the dark grass below us.

Grayson takes a seat on one side of the bench, before I simultaneously sit next to him, on the other side. As Grayson pulls out the folded piece of paper from before, I decide to leave him alone for a moment and drown myself in my random thoughts.

Pain would still exist, even if death wasn't a thing. You'd still get pain from other things and people would still leave, just not like that. Maybe pain isn't a bad thing. What if pain is the world's way of letting us know we're still human? I mean it teaches us to learn from our mistakes and not take things for granted, and although it not a good feeling, it still brings people together.

My thoughts are blown away, as the wind picks up and hits us quickly. My hair is sent up in to the air, occasionally blocking my view, as it dances above me. Tiny leave, all different colours, roll around on the grass under the bench helplessly.

I look up at the sky and see it's still dark, full of gloomy clouds. I'm just waiting for the sun rise, to watch as the giant ball of fire hits the horizon and sends the sky up in a explosion of colours. I'm waiting for that final moment, when I find out what will happen with Grayson and I.

"Hey." Grayson says, scooting closer to me as he puts the paper back in to the right pocket of his jacket.

"Hey." I say with a small smile, looking up at him.

We sit in the silence, just sketching out each others features with a soft gaze. Grayson's tired but bright eyes pour in to mine as I look in to his hazel orbs. His pink plump lips are ajar slightly as he studies my face and hair is flopping messily across his forehead like before, thanks to the wind.

Flawless is one word to describe him. He is just flawless.

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